The War

Talking about the wars is often a conversation with many opportunities to offend.

With my life, as many others seeming without context or direction, the armed services seems a viable, yet dangerous one. I have enjoyed many hours watching the romanticized 'life at sea' or fighting for one's country. Of course, this is far from the terrifying and horrendous realities that lie ahead for the men and women going to war.

Perhaps long periods of time, working on a tug boat would be a sufficiently romantic and story-worthy pursuit for me. According to the tales, I should sit by the dock waiting for a sea hardened boat owner to need me for a day's honest work and let the weeks float by.

Thoughts

It's the queues of fat loners that keep me from lining up at McDonalds. You know, the guys in ill-fitting unwashed jeans and about 5 days of facial growth, before they've realized it doesn't suit them.

I'm not racist, but why do Asians shuffle their feet? Is that why the streets in busy ChinaTowns are so slippery?

What would a worm look like without skin? Is it like sausagemeat or tiny organs?


-- Posted while out, about and confused