Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... South on Sunday.
Cruising-hanging-GROOVIN-getting loaded, UN-approved by the LAPD Over-seer-ers, the Tax-Payers-Fascist, Financed Dudes. BEEp-Beep! Think of a Rotund, swirling Flashing Ice-cream cone atop a black and white Sedan.
Don-t get excited U Misfits, badge and Gun ….COS I AINT there, your NEMESIS. White Boy, OR Black, going, WALKING, maybe ZIG-ZAG, but your Harmless mark!
And a great BOOG-A-LOO, San Francisco P.D. Your Rice-A-Roni big treat, soften the LUG in the drunk tank. What pours out of the Other-side, do U want a Lawyer or a Priest!
Neither SAN DIEGO, a tad inebriated, negotiating the Southern-end of the REAL EL CAMINO without speaking a Word of Spanish, on Interstate 5, wishing to DEFECT from Fiscal Tyranny to the Republic of Mexico.
Nope. None of those State-Nation-paid JACKALS can dis-abuse MY DIGNITY now...I pulled up my Pantaloons, and augmented my Sombrero. Went South on a Sunday. Said, Adios Amigoes! Arreverderci! Auf Weidershen! Au Revoir! CHEERIO!!! PARK A BANKSY SMILEY....And, for better or worse, never looked back.
c2018,dec 31,ourman in Europe, dave Delacroix.
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