Fletcher Quill Chapter 134

ADVENTURES OF FLETCHER QUILL

Quill has been steady cold chilling back at his beloved Irish castle for almost two months. His all girl sailing crew arrived back safely in Sausalito California and the sail boat was cleaned and surveyed. The Justice has been busy putting the castle back into perfect living quarters after the long five year absence.

Many of his old friends are lining up to come hang and bong out with the old man. His man servant Drake most valued trusted at his side preparing and restocking liquor, world class hashish and a wine celler fit for a king! His best friend Timba the cat
never more then three feet away.

Glimmer Twin Keef Richards long time pal and the 14th Dali Lama are set for an extended visit coming up in two weeks...

Drake appears with one of the global sat phones in hand and a smile wider then Hellery's back side Baby!!!

"Sir, it is the President seeking a few moments."

"Justice Quill your castle back to normal now that the master has returned?"

"Yes indeed, Drake and I are getting ready for Keef and Dali. Why don't you take a ride on Airforce One come hang with us before your Korea summit?"

"It ain't going to happen as of this morning. A few of my main boys opened their goddam traps and spooked Rockit man. He got pissed and spit out some poison on the trip. So I bailed. Now we are trying to make it happen anyway!"

"No worries you the master deal maker will smooth out that Bullshit."

"Did you hear about Hollywood Harvey in fucking handcuffs this morning! The Me Too bitches are going fucking crazy like Vikings on acid baby!"

"Harvey the perv was lucky he stayed free this long. Even you and me could have gone down in this atmosphere Cowboy. Lets face it, no angels in Hollyweird sportsfan..."

CASTLE LIFE ROLLS ON

"Drake have you cleaned and loaded my new San Francisco Bong?"

"I loaded it with your preferred combo platter Sir. Half Hashish and half Brain crippler. Smells like the high desert after hard rain "

"Day I hired you 30 years years ago was wonderful luck. This evening have our new French Chef prepare two three pound lobsters in truffle butter sauce. Maybe little side dish of my killer mushrooms sauted with just taste of salt and black pepper. Top it off with vanilla ice cream and 200 year old Brandy. Has Timba had his sardine treats and cream yet today?"

"Yes he then spent the early morning on his comfy window seat cushion watching gulls. Can I make any changes before you take your nap?"

"If you would please make sure the inside temperture matches the night outside evening before I fire up my new 16 inch deep space scope it would be grand. Also test drive the new multi channel speakers before I get into those new Mckinly Morganfield CD's this evening."

It's around 6pm the castle master has awoken hungry holding Timbain his arms. As he climbs the stairs toward his fly tying tower Drake appears.

"Excuse me Sir, cook has asked which wines for this evening? Or is it a 100 year old scotch occassion?"

"Lets roll with the old scotch my good man. If you get any calls from friends or foe tell them I'm indisposed until further notice emergencies only..."

ENDLESS REFECTION

Justice Quill spends copious amounts of time now simply reflecting on a life lived to an excess rarely attained by mere mortals from the left or right!

His days and nights wearing Marine green as a boy and man stand out. Back when is was much easier to be patriotic and love the good ole USA and mean it...

In his heart he now has accepted all the wars from Korea to the current ugly stalemates were totally without any merit of any kind. The lines between being either for against world domination have blurred.

The Chinks and the Rooskies are lining up to take over and dominate by sheer numbers of ignorant followers. These days pathetic low talent loosers like Ms. Barr and the casts off inane morning womans shows dictate morality and right and wrong through foggy leftist eyes blinded by groups of loosers...

His old boy hood home in San Francisco a cesspool of leftist cry baby bullshit turns his stomach!

But, as he has carved out a nice chunk of the old dream and lived a life of true adventure even Hemingway would be proud of. Makes his last years barely tolerable and comfortable.

In his mind only two things can stop the fast desent of America into unfixable civil war and chaos. Invasion by aliens with much higher intellect or all out nuke war fucking period.

The jive ass Hellery suck up leftist fools and the many new power groups will destroy this nation as surely as Aids and Ebola have done their horrible work unabated...

U TURN TO SWEET STREET BABY!

Time to arrange an extended fly fishing trip and pretend the end is not so near...

"Drake if you would pack my day pack for shore fly casting on my private beach thanks much. Maybe drop a chunk of keefs insane hashish and load my ear player with latest Christine Aqulara and little taste of my girl Joan Jett."

"One last call before your beach hang Sir. Its the Glimmer Twin."

"Keef what up music riff master sky dog?"

"Been listening to your USA news Quill. Its off the fucking hook in the colonies son. Fucking inmates running the zoo or what!"

"I know man, kills me. The Trumpit gets nothing but fucking blow back and endless angst man. He can't do anything without slimy left news dogs taking a huge shit on his floor."

"Say so long to the USA we both loved. Even my leftist rocker boys are throwing up over this fucking civil war! Who gives a fuck what tired ass ethnics and sour bitches think about anything dude! "

"Coming up to hang with me and Dali? "

"Yeah, after our latest little tour wraps. Me and Micky are getting along as the last album goes screaming along nicely... See you in two weeks. Will be bringing some Keef Private Reserve just for you old man."

(ALMOST SERIOUS PARTY TIME BITCHES)