It's writ large in his downward gaze and crinkled eyes. He knows that his beard and complexion will get him pulled out of line, because it's happened every other time. But nothing can stop the grubby hands of the TSA. The folks in blue with the rubber gloves toss his bags, put him behind a screen, scrutinize his shoes. Weary, he thinks: Life is a shit bucket. We agree, but it's not like we're trying to miss this flight to Miami, man, so sorry for not speaking up. You've got this list shout-out, though. Fight the power?
The Weary Suspected Terrorist