Ship of fools

Man's inhumanity towards fellow man continued well into the evening....With no trains whatsoever running , hurricane strength winds attacking, katrinaesque rain deluging the plains, we finally escaped from Jersey city on the last helicopter from Saigon.( Actually my waterways to Belford... Wherever the fuck that is).....I quietly drank my beer as the mighty ship was tossed around the narrows like a row boat in an angry sea.... Surely I thought the good Lord was done fucking with us for this evening when the unthinkable happened......The Bartender.... Arguably the most important man on the ship, got off at pier 11 and went home for the evening..... The next 55 tortoures minutes on the high seas were spent beerless.... Forced to suffer one last indignity.....The world is an ugly place.