We didn't get far on our swordfishing charter. Seas have kicked up and
we all agreed to call it off as we got past the reef.
It's coming down in buckets here, and I'm alone in the cabana with a
couple bottles of Ron Centenario Blanco. Good local rum.
Hey, I been thinking. Wait.
Had to open my second bottle.
I been thinking. Hell, I'll just cut to the chase.
I've sometimes come across too strong in here, even though I didn't
really mean to offend anybody.
So right now I'm a little bit snookered, and I tend to trust my feelings
when I'm snookered.
So. Hell, let me just spit it out.
John Herring, I love ya buddy. And thanks for your service.
Scotty, same to you. I love ya pal. And tell that cute mouse of yours
I said hi, and wish her good luck in the upcoming racing season.
Florida Jim, you're a hell of a man, and I'm really pleased you're
enjoying that nice RV in your richly deserved retirement. And thanks
for your service.
Loogy, you goofy sonofagun, I love ya man. Forget what I said before
please. It was in jest, and I love ya.
Bertie, or should I say Marine? I love ya man. And thanks for your
service.
Tom. Yo Tom. I love ya man. Thanks for your service, Marine.
Wayne, you yachtsman you. Love you, love your boat.
Jack. Yeah fella, you. I love you man.
Tim, sometimes I got a little rough with the religious stuff, but you
know I love you man. And you know what it is to forgive.
Okay, I'm getting sleepy. Hope this lasts.
We'll see what happens when I sober up.
Seeya later my pals.