OUR MAN in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "JAMES BOND!" (Licensed to Chill!)

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "James Bond!" (Licensed to CHILL!)

...IS MY BOND (James) YOUR Bond? At the casino table, Monte-Carlo, OR is he some now worn-out BUM, tattered tuxedo, positively 4th. St., N.Y.C. hustling for pocket change?

Is MY Bond YOUR Bond, suave-dude, flying helicopters, that "espionage-interceptor" shooting down "evil Spies" (probably Russkies) or S.P.E.C.T.R.E. devils?

Or is he some kind of "Ethics-Mandarin", a British-Grandee, fell afoul of changing times, culled-downsized from the British Secret (sic) service, established home of Pedophiles, bum-bandits from Eton/Cambridge, certainly no refuge of altruism.

Is your BOND, his fingernails CLAWING at the Cult of ROYALTY'S- disintegration (Future looking bleak), a Commander of the British Naval Empire now busking, playing Banjo on foreign shores?

Where R the CAMERAS, the Hollywood hullabaloo? Did a cultural-NEMESIS GHOST finally "WOKE!", and out of Time's confusion come along & say: "BAHOOOO!!!! Mr. Bond?"

IS MY BOND YOUR BOND, a Tuxedo-wreck, wheel-chaired in a nursing home with trophies wall to wall, mounted: GOLDFINGER & All. Frame pictures of Codex, theatrical twists! Now all to deflect "dementia's" fist.

"My name is Bond. James Bond. Now licensed to chill." The legend grows...

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.