The Sailor.

Originally Posted by firemansam

Somewhere between the security of childhood and the insecurity of 2nd childhood we find and fascinating group of people 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 lazyness with a pack of cards. Bravery with a tatooed 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, the brain of an idiot, inspiration of a cassanova and when he wants something it usually involves grog.

Some of his likes are women, girls, females, dames and the opposite sex. His dislikes include answering letters, wearing uniform, officers, navy food and having to get up in the morning.

No one else can fit into a uniform pocket; a notepad, cigarettes, a comb, photo's of girlfriends, bottle opener, keys to womens appartments and whats left of a months pay. He likes to spend his money on girls, horses, a lot of beer and the rest on foolish things.

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 away from home lover, your only blurry eyed good for nothing bundle of worry, but all your dreams become insignicant when YOUR sailor knocks on the door and looks at you with bleary blood shot eyes and says "Hiya Honey, I'm home".

Originally Posted by firemansam

A sailor is a magic creature you can lock out of your home but not your mind, you might as well give in.

Originally Posted by firemansam

hehehe