"... I'm sorry, I was day dreaming ..."

Some things only come from those baby-boomers, in their own drug-induced worlds (legal drugs), standing in the way at the bathroom - at Union Jack.

"... I'm sorry ... I was day dreaming ..."

That old man, that lecher, was day-dreaming about his "millennial generation" hooker - dreaming about sticking his "little blue pill" prick into someone who's only hope lay in fulfilling the desires of old fucks, who have what little money has been granted to the slaves. And the young? Those who should be raising families? They've become food and fodder of these old codgers who cannot stand to "get out of the way".

His dreams - they're our nightmares.

His world? - he wasted it, on WALMART and "special programs" and Medicare Part-B, and all the other vampire behaviors that are a feature of the old feeding on the young.

A day is coming, not too far off, when these men and women will feel a sharp slap to the face called reality.

A day that is not too far off.

God bless the universe, our Lord's creation, for its essential logic and justice.

"Just keep standing there, blocking the urinal, old man", is what I wanted to say.

Time is coming when your dreams will putrefy and you will be the food of the damned.

(and the young will micturate upon your lousy old ass)