Fletcher Quill Chapter 120

"For Satan finds some mischief still for idle Hands..."
Isaac Watts 1674-1748

General Quill and his main crew the Dali Lama. General Duke Parker, Glimmer Twin Keith Richards are trying to get comfortable in the uber quick silent Marine stealth chopper they decided to use to get to Alaska via several mid ocean refueling stops on board two aircraft carrier groups stationed along the way...

The Black Messiah slowly unraveling as the reality of being just another one term President appears to be cut in marble, Justice Quill has his hands full cell phones exploding in both ears as Dali Lama hands Quill the traveler mini gold bong.

"Fletcher are you in the air Marine? Dam, I gotta get the fuck out of the Black House Son! We may have to extend this trout fly trip man, Shit Homely is kicking my ass big time while the screwball shit in the middle east is killing me as well.

Clinton had his Rwanda, I got my Mogadishu! They are dropping like flies and my hands are tied man. How long till you get here?"

"Hold up Black Cowboy, hold up! We hit USA air in one hour, with just enough fuel to make your roof kid. I had my girl Sugar Tit’s run the Tarot Cards on you before I left Irish air space.

It don’t look good Pilgrim, one term and your done Son. Time to let that last bitter taste work its way into your waking state. The Death card keeps coming up..."

"Fucking economy here is shit and slowly going south faster then you and Dali hitting that gold Bong! Girls ain’t gonna plant that organic garden this year.

Man I really need to get the fuck out of here. Hellery going nuts cause our hands are tied man, we got no fundage to roll around trying to stop these multi national genocides."

"I cannot find fucking jobs cause there ain’t none Quill. All that trillions in stimulus went nowhere, giving the prick Bankers the keys to the Gold Mine was stupid Dude, I’m done, it’s over, my team is jumping ship faster then your new underage Bitch can change her pink panties."

"Whoo the fuck up Cowboy! She is barely over twenty one. Your really swimming in those I used To Be The President Blues Separation Anxiety Complex Mother Fucker (IUTBPSACMF).

My advice take your Meds and get ready, we land in one hour, keep those fucking F18s off our ass, hate those punk ass Air Force boys on our six, comprende?"

"Did you bring the Shrooms and the Afghani Hashish and the Poppers and the video’s of the Pope and his new Stripper Pole and and..."

"I can see we need to rebuild your pathetic ass Son. Hit that crazy Maui Wowi I sent you and listen to "Exile On Main Street" as high as your capable till we arrive Kid, relax..."

As the little Special Ops Marine chopper begins to descend on the roof of the most famous house in America, The Black House until Nov anyways...

Cell phones in each ear it’s Quill’s latest squeeze Sugar Tit’s and his old Buddy Radio Guru Jimmy Ferguson still trying to find and knock down his Canadian Bear this year.

"Hey General Chaos how’s it hanging Jar Head? Listen I hear your thinking Blues Harp playing for ever old man?

Word is your old Band including that fucking looser Loose Pussy are getting ready to start rehearsals’ for a world tour with Sammy and his Chicken Foot outfit?

You know I have to be the one you break this news with on the fucking air on my stations exclusive right Fletcher, no Bullshit man, let me lay this out Buddy?"

"Fucking A Barbecue Bear Hunter... Why don’t you grab a jet and meet us right now in Anchorage before we head North with the Black Messiah his last fly adventure before the Eternal Book Tour (EBT)?"

"Where are you going from Anchorage?"

"Two hundred miles south west into an area few have seen, we float for fifty miles then camp by a small river system full of King Salmon and Trout.

I have extra everything Jimmy, you get here we can out fit you quick. Call me back before we leave Washington air space with the Messiah."

As the Chopper descends Quill and his boys are whisked away into the secret service elevator that connects to the Commander and Chiefs private library quarters.

Five fingers of Kentucky’s finest old Jack Daniels waits next to a red, white, Blue Bong loaded with California Train Wreck/Brain Fuck Cannabis, its one, its on...

"Quill, Dali, Duke, come in boys, lets get right to it. Hit this shit Hellery just sent me. Now you understand why that Bitches ass is a mile wide hey! Smells like southern pig shit you say?

Yeah baby it was raised on her hubby Bubba’s cousin’s pig ranch. Now Quill you have those physic Shrooms and few tabs of Owsley’s best yes?"

"Relax One Term Wonder Boy (OTWB)... All supplies accounted for. Need a favor for me and the my Boys.

Can you have our International Diplomatic Immunity Pass Ports updated and expanded to carry weapons? Need this done before Duke and I pay Putang a last visit after this fly trip."

"Dude scream at Dali to stop Boarding that fucking Bong man, I know he’s your Boy Marine, But, that fucking Unholy man is starting to get on my Tit understand!!"

"At ease Jar Head, Dali deals in the higher regions of surreality Man, don’t start thinking bout him like me , you or any other fucking mortal.

He rides the eternal sanguine energies of the ancient man gods Son. I love you Marine, but, do not fuck with Dali, he is my friend, my soul keeper, main running mate like you understand?"

"He do have the finest fucking Hashish I ever smoked Judge, Ok, your boy, your Pal, still pain in the ass.."

"Remember old Rodney king, "Why can’t we all just get along?" You know he just drowned in his own swimming pool... Some men are born to loose, borne to loose..."

Secret Service boys still stinging from the deep reaming they took for not paying local Whore’s for services rendered are carrying all the Black Messiah’s baggage to the roof top Helicopter Pad.

General Quill’s personal Lockheed 9000 x Black turbo jet Special Ops Chopper sits quietly ready to roll at near 800 Nautical miles per as the fly fishing party heads for Alaska and quite possibly the last fly trip as the President.

Quill, General Duke Parker, Dali Lama, and on the way Radio Magnet Jimmy Ferguson. The Jet Chopper painted cobalt black is stocked with rare 200 year old Irish Whiskey, 50 pounds of Maine Lobster, 50 pounds Kobi Beef, and all the spices needed to make damn sure Quill and the boys are well taken care of.

Of course five pounds of Nigerian magic mushroom’s, 100 tab’s 5000 mikes LSD, 300 killer special San Francisco, Chicago live Blues CD’S featuring Muddy Waters Band, Blind Faith, Howling Wolf, Albert King, Albert Collins, Paul Butterfield, Early Stones, Sunny Land Slim, Otis Spann, Homesick James, Willy Dixon, junior wells, Little Walter and Carey Bell.

All bases covered for this deep Alaska fly trip to remember...

"Man, its feels good to get the fuck away from the Black House Boys, I been getting my black ass kicked right and left lately, can’t fucking win!

You Quill, what is this shit about you resigning from the Supreme Court fool? You know it’s a life long dealy Son? How you going to roll now? Kick start that Band of fucking Felon’s you call "Stiff Nipples" and tour the world playing and jamming what left of your life away? Uh Huh, we both got serious shit to sort hey old man?"

"Hope you been working on the first of endless self aggrandizing Books your going to write cause their ain’t a fucking thang else for you to do unless you take Bubba Clinton’s Road to perpetual ego stroking and start some Bullshit Foundation dedicated to whatever the fuck is currently cool Pilgrim..."

"Excuse me, hit this spliff I just rolled Quilly it be the real shit Son, smell the African Elephant shit it grew near... Ahhh, the kind?

Hit it Dawg, hit it. Duke give me another handful of those shrooms Man. Oh yeahhhh."

"Dali, this joint is rolled perfectly Son, how about a special blessing preyer to get this party started Unholy Man?"

"Yes, It is my pleasure to ask the elements to Bless this trip and surround us with orange light energy in the name of Ragnesh Lord of light and Dark.

We will humbly say his name in love and peace, repeat with me Boys, " Ragnesh , Krishnah, Ya de ya de, Love and light incircle and wrap us in oraange light"

The little jet chopper now riding fast winds at 25 thousand feet steady and fast closes in on Seattle almost half way to Alaska’s Anchorage stop over City for last cell call’s and anything needed before the final remote flight of two hours.

Emergency Cell red Phone explodes into Justice Quill’s ear’s, it’s another call from a long lost Blues Band Brother, none other then one and only Guitar Player Quill ever played with: Louis Pussy AKA Loose Pussy...

Loose Pussy

"Man, it’s too many years since I heard that voice Mr. More famous then Elvis! Son how many more bidness cards you need old man?

Supreme Court judge, Three Star General Marine, Secretary Of The Interior, now I just heard your putting Stiff Nipples back together and we begin rehearsals in six months or less, is that right old man?"

"Fuck the Court Man, tired of it. Elvis was and is a God, I’m just a lucky mother fucker Son. Yeah, we are going to fire up Stiff Nipples and see what happens. Hope your well and under control Man?

If your clean enough to play and tour , I mean hard ass touring to get a brand name and a following will take at least two years on the road?

Ready for steady two years of touring Son, you ready for that loose Pussy?"

"Oh Yeah, had my blood changed three times Like Keith did back in his last clean up period, Man, I’m clean mean Guitar flailing machine flyman, You still fly fish Quill?"

"Oh yeah, on the way deep Alaska right now with the Black Messiah and Dali and Keith and the boys.

Look, get your ass over to Hawaii and stay at my penthouse with Clay Toris until I get back. Get read Son, time to get back to where we once belonged... Back to where we once belonged.

Next stop deep Alaska Fly Fishing Adventure to be not forgotten...