He crossed my path and gave me a hurty look because I made him feel stupid a few years back and kept moving.
A few years back he said he heard that merchant mariners were real party animals.
Yeah, right.
We're constantly being tested for drug and alcohol abuse. It you're any kind of a druggie you ain't gonna last very long in this business. I've been in this racket over 30 years so you figure it out.
Anyway I told him that the instant I got off the boat that my dealer would show up in the parking lot with a pint of JD, a 6-pack of Stella, four joints, a couple of hits of acid, nine tooeys, a Quaalude or three, three hits of MDA, a couple of peyote buttons, a handful of mushrooms, some nebutol, a little meth and on and on.
I explained to him that I'd immediately do it all in the parking lot and that was my limit because if I did any more I'd need a designated driver.
He looked at me agape and told me he had a friend that could get me into rehab.
I told him rehab is for quitters and walked off.
I figure that one was on him because one is expected to think at least a little bit. Just half of the stuff I listed would be enough to make a big herd of elephants pass out stone cold dead.
Then again there was a woman I told that Abraham Lincoln told us not to believe everything you read on the internet but that's a different story.
No that was Al Gore. Remember he said he invented the internet. sr
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