WHAT BADGER PLANS

What was the badger going to do? He contemplated his next move. In the chess game of life, making the right decision is crucial.


Let us see.......

Bath, and a bit of a shave, perhaps a whisker trim. Then off to Chinatown for a haircut and a bite to eat. Followed by a pipefull of something odd. Germain's Plumcake, that being a tobacco of an old-fashioned degeneracy. He still couldn't quite figure out the berserk topping; perhaps rum, mint, and cloves. The stringy cut and basic decency of the mixture left a fine white ash, and the ghosting was minimal.
It was the perfect expression of sexual frustrations, nicely restrained.

Naturally he was a bit frustrated - this was San Francisco, and everyone else was lubricious, rutting like wild animals. Horrible examples, and constant reminders of physicality.
He remembered the woman next to him at Tosca's on Columbus the other day, who could not keep her hands and pelvis off her young man on the other side. He had moved away so that her long pony tail would not keep smacking him in the face, and to get a better view from the end of the bar. Nothing beats 'perspective'.
It also allows a badger to studiously ignore the raging pheromones and the athleticism of humans in heat. Dignified middle-aged badgers don't engage in such things.
They have balance, equilibrium, judgement.
And no opportunity at all.

Unlike dogs, they will not hump just any leg.


Yes, lunch and a nice trim.
Followed by a smoke.
Twitch.

He realized that the Blue Angels flying overhead, in their big big aerial machines, represented roaring sexuality of a stupendous dimension. Perfectly appropriate for a city like San Francisco.
Damn them, too loud!

Sometimes he wished he had a shoulder launched missile doohicky, so that he could fight back against the raging machismo in the sky.
But, he reflected, that too would be a typically male response.
Hardly civilized or dignified.
His snout twitched.

Off to the bath. With a small cigarillo.
It was going to be a quiet day.
Sunny, peaceful.
Nice.


Twitch.













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