Here You Aren’t

I once had a roommate in college who told me of his narrow escape from conscription into the armed services during the Vietnam war. The last doctor to see him had finished examining him and had signed off on his fitness for military duty. The doctor was unexpectedly called away from the examining room, and Alfred (not his real name) stuck the doctor’s notes down the back of his pants, and managed to leave without his appropriation being discovered. Consequently there was eventually a re-examination. This time the results were more “favorable,” and Alfred never saw a barracks.

Decades later, remembering his story, I decided that the best way to avoid Hell is never to show up at its entrance. That is the official theme of my latest page, but truth be told it is mostly an excuse to do some fun doodling:

Here are the not-quite-nonsensical words:

Half a haberdashery from now, a registrar
Enters Armageddon like a danseuse to the barre
Registration info isn’t obsolete nor hidden
Entrants should’ve paid but some meticulously didn’t