Long story short I tied to cheat the physical and go back to sea with a deteriorating knee. I was hoping to die in the south Pacific or at least retire to some island in the middle of nowhere smoke some cigars and get drunk with some grass skirt wearing bronze beauty and forget about society.
Took a step a few days back and the left knee sounded like breaking chicken bones. I am beached, and unless there is a miracle I will have to live life out in some God forsaken dump here in the states where even cockroaches wont venture. Had my retirement wrapped up in the off chance that the two years in the Pacific would be profitable.
The crew all got their licenses upgraded, I did not, and they got to smoke some good cigars during their spring training, I did not. They all go home to their hot young significant others, and I have Chester the cat.
The crew and I were supposed to have dinner in Miami with Ariel of La Sirena Cigars June 1st just before shoving off for the deployment, I will not, and Damn she is HOT!
Looks like Muddy77 is stuck entertaining a grumpy old Sea Codger, at least for a while.
By the way, I had an occasion to sample the Punisher. Damn fine smoke after your head gets blown off by the first puff. It was like someone stuck a hot needle through my nose straight onto my brain. After that, it was gooood.
Well I am depressed as hell. I was supposed to die some sort of friggin hero, not getting run over crossing the street in a wheelchair. This is flipping anti climatic.
Well if I can keep from jumping off my RV to try and end it all, I supposedly still have a weekend scheduled with that female author from Chicago who likes the Fuente 858's I have been aging.
Arrrrr! [ram27bat]
