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The Sailor

Between the security of childhood and the insecurity of second childhood, We find a fascinating group of humans called Sailors.

They come in assorted shapes, sizes, weights and states of soberness. They can be found anywhere on ships, in camps, in bars, in love, in brothels, and always in debt. Girls love them, towns tolerate them and governments support them.

A sailor is laziness with a pack of cards bravery with a tattooed arm, and a protector of the high seas with a bottle of rum under his arm. He has the energy of a turtle, the slyness of a fox, brain of an idiot, inspiration of a casanova and when he wants something it is usually connected with grog.

Some of his likes are women, girls, females, dames and the opposite sex, he dislikes answering letters, wearing his uniform, superior officers, navy food and having to get up in the morning. No one else can get into a uniform pocket a little black book, a packet of cigarettes, photo's of current girlfriends, a comb, bottle opener, keys of womens apartments, and whats left of a months pay.

He likes to spend his money on girls, horses, a lot on bear, the rest foolishly. A sailor is a magic creature you can lock out of your home, but not your mind. You might as well give in, he is your long away from home lover, your only blurry eyed good for nothing bundle of worry and all your dreams become insignificant, when your sailor knocks on your door and looks at you with those bleary bloodshot eyes and say's "Hi Ya Honey "

Please enjoy your visit and dont forget to sign my guestbook whilst you are here !!!