right now i'm, sharing a room with ben. he's a raw face guy bartender that you would see at the yard house. he's from the lbc so we get along well except that he's a usc fan and i'm a ucla fan. he's the bar manager and dude we party.
last night we closed up, got two bottles of wine and made a ton of pesto pasta in the kitchen around 4am.
we shooted the shit about the local girls and all that and then he grabs a bottle of mustard and says "where's gabe? is gabe sleeping?" gabe is the cook who blast young jeezy all day.
we break into gabes room and he's asleep on the bed. ben just squirts out all the mustard on gabe and i'm taking pictures. gabe wakes up and is like "what the fuck!?!"
but start laughing and has a cigertte with us covered in mustard.
it was a blast, but karma is definetly gonna get us. gabe is a crafty dude.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
work
so the season came to a grinding halt. the season was mostly king salmon and pinks. pinks are terrible by the way and the season ended because they are now spawning and are mushy as hell and discolored.
i was happy on the boat, but the kids are so loaded up here, they would rather take an early vacation than to work for 3 weeks. a lot of the other fisherman head up to dutch harbor and kodiak to fish the bering sea.
so i'm just seeing other parts of alaska now. i work at a hotel/restaurant that is similar to the press and overlooks the bay. i got my own loft. and i finally have time to see the sites here. on the boat or in the cannery i was constantly working.
the pay here is really good. it's the nicest hotel in town and there is a lot of traffic. foreigners, tourists, hunters, you name it. so now it's hunting season and then just after that snowboarders come into town. so i'm doing good.
the other night we all watched the eclipse and behind us the northern lights were kicking in. they are insane.
so that's that. next i think i'm gonna do some work in the alaskan tundra. they need labor for the alaskan pipeline. you work in minus 140 weather 2 weeks straight and two weeks off. you sleep in a truck that is just as cold. sounds fun.
i was happy on the boat, but the kids are so loaded up here, they would rather take an early vacation than to work for 3 weeks. a lot of the other fisherman head up to dutch harbor and kodiak to fish the bering sea.
so i'm just seeing other parts of alaska now. i work at a hotel/restaurant that is similar to the press and overlooks the bay. i got my own loft. and i finally have time to see the sites here. on the boat or in the cannery i was constantly working.
the pay here is really good. it's the nicest hotel in town and there is a lot of traffic. foreigners, tourists, hunters, you name it. so now it's hunting season and then just after that snowboarders come into town. so i'm doing good.
the other night we all watched the eclipse and behind us the northern lights were kicking in. they are insane.
so that's that. next i think i'm gonna do some work in the alaskan tundra. they need labor for the alaskan pipeline. you work in minus 140 weather 2 weeks straight and two weeks off. you sleep in a truck that is just as cold. sounds fun.
the news
is very strange up here. no one cares about it up here. in the bars, t.v.'s jsut display images because there is always music playing on the jukebox.
i guess something happened to michael vick? a kid with an iphone? miners? nothing gets communicated up here. is there still a war going on? did we win?
so i buy the anchorage daily newspaper. it's filled with nothing but crimes against bears and who caught the biggest halibut.
the news is craaaaaazy up here.
i guess something happened to michael vick? a kid with an iphone? miners? nothing gets communicated up here. is there still a war going on? did we win?
so i buy the anchorage daily newspaper. it's filled with nothing but crimes against bears and who caught the biggest halibut.
the news is craaaaaazy up here.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
today
i'm taking my time. resting up because we go back to sea tomorrow. my captain and his girl got in a fight and she stormed out last night with all her bags. but we got a new local guy named mike. he looks like a skinny ass pirate and walks just like jack sparrow. he is totally a pirate come to think of it, last night he stole a bottle of liquour from the reluctant fisherman bar and later he was in the middle of a fight at the anchor bar.
anyways, this pirate is taking it easy. i'm marinating a steak all day and i'm rummaging through our box of vhs tapes. my options are slim...
1. the shawshank redemption
2. top gun
3. unbreakable
4. tin cup
5. the corocodile hunter movie "collision course"
so for sure by the end of the night i'll be eating a huge steak and be watching maverick take on the iceman.
can someone please send me the shittiest vhs tape you can think of? i got about a month left on this boat so send it a.s.a.p. to my p.o. box. thanks.
anyways, this pirate is taking it easy. i'm marinating a steak all day and i'm rummaging through our box of vhs tapes. my options are slim...
1. the shawshank redemption
2. top gun
3. unbreakable
4. tin cup
5. the corocodile hunter movie "collision course"
so for sure by the end of the night i'll be eating a huge steak and be watching maverick take on the iceman.
can someone please send me the shittiest vhs tape you can think of? i got about a month left on this boat so send it a.s.a.p. to my p.o. box. thanks.
the flight to cordova
so its around 4am. i was all paranoid that i was gonna miss my flight so i didn't even stay one night at the hostel. they wanted me to do some stupid chore, but since i didn't even sleep there, i just bailed out.
my flight gets changed from 6am to 9am.
so this airport is tiny and terrible. i try and lay down on those lousy uncomfertable chairs but it's not even worth it. i try laying on the floor, just as bad. somehow i manage to angle my suitcase, jacket and arms for a pillow and sleep for 2 hours.
my flight shows up. it's one of those tiny 12 passenger jets and we take off. it's icy and raining. you feel every gust of wind and breeze. but the scenery is amazing. glaciers, lakes, mountains. but then nothing but clouds take the view away so i fall asleep. i get woken up by a huge piece of ice hitting our plane which shakes the whole thing. but we about to land so nothing happens.
we exit, were in cordova, and i'm like damn it's cold here.
my flight gets changed from 6am to 9am.
so this airport is tiny and terrible. i try and lay down on those lousy uncomfertable chairs but it's not even worth it. i try laying on the floor, just as bad. somehow i manage to angle my suitcase, jacket and arms for a pillow and sleep for 2 hours.
my flight shows up. it's one of those tiny 12 passenger jets and we take off. it's icy and raining. you feel every gust of wind and breeze. but the scenery is amazing. glaciers, lakes, mountains. but then nothing but clouds take the view away so i fall asleep. i get woken up by a huge piece of ice hitting our plane which shakes the whole thing. but we about to land so nothing happens.
we exit, were in cordova, and i'm like damn it's cold here.
i wear my sunglasses at night
this is a continuation of day 2 in anchorage.
so i'm walking around the city. theres not much too it, like i said anchorage is just a larger west covina.
so i go into a gift shoppe to buy postcards and what not and the girl at the counter asks me out to see the new harry potter movie. it's the opening night so its real tempting. she gives me her number and i just tell her i'll see her there.
it's around 6pm and i see this movie about the northern lights at the science center so i pay $10 bucks to check it out. it's terrible, i fell asleep in the middle of it. it was like some horrible power point presentation with kenny g playing in the background. and the credits were longer than the movie. some naturalist made it so he thanks every professor he's every worked with and his wife and kids and his kids kids and all that. it was one of the worst things i've ever sat through. so i decided that i will make my own northern lights movie. one with action, a surprise ending, lots of deaths and a kick ass soundtrack, but i will have to push this idea off to a later date.
so i do some bar hopping around town, eat a nice king crab meal. and it's light out and i think, wow that movie should be coming up soon. i look at my watch and it's 11:30pm. i'm completely thrown off because it's as bright as noon outside. i'm buzzing hard, with my shades on, and it's coming to midnight. now i've partied in NY where last calls are at 4, but this is something completely different. being trashed during the day, but it's not day. so i get a cab and head to the movie theatre. its totally packed. i never see her, but all these kids are dressed up in witch and wizard outfits, some chick even had a tattoo of harry potter on her arm. it was like going to a star wars convention. so i bust out my polaroid and start taking pictures of all these freaks.
so that was that. took tons of photos, saw the movie which was actually pretty cool even though the chinese girl is a snitch, and by the time i got back to the hostel, it was late enough for me to just grab my bags, go to the airport cause i had an early flight and i just crashed out at the airport terminal until my flight showed up. the whole time wearing my sunglasses.
so i'm walking around the city. theres not much too it, like i said anchorage is just a larger west covina.
so i go into a gift shoppe to buy postcards and what not and the girl at the counter asks me out to see the new harry potter movie. it's the opening night so its real tempting. she gives me her number and i just tell her i'll see her there.
it's around 6pm and i see this movie about the northern lights at the science center so i pay $10 bucks to check it out. it's terrible, i fell asleep in the middle of it. it was like some horrible power point presentation with kenny g playing in the background. and the credits were longer than the movie. some naturalist made it so he thanks every professor he's every worked with and his wife and kids and his kids kids and all that. it was one of the worst things i've ever sat through. so i decided that i will make my own northern lights movie. one with action, a surprise ending, lots of deaths and a kick ass soundtrack, but i will have to push this idea off to a later date.
so i do some bar hopping around town, eat a nice king crab meal. and it's light out and i think, wow that movie should be coming up soon. i look at my watch and it's 11:30pm. i'm completely thrown off because it's as bright as noon outside. i'm buzzing hard, with my shades on, and it's coming to midnight. now i've partied in NY where last calls are at 4, but this is something completely different. being trashed during the day, but it's not day. so i get a cab and head to the movie theatre. its totally packed. i never see her, but all these kids are dressed up in witch and wizard outfits, some chick even had a tattoo of harry potter on her arm. it was like going to a star wars convention. so i bust out my polaroid and start taking pictures of all these freaks.
so that was that. took tons of photos, saw the movie which was actually pretty cool even though the chinese girl is a snitch, and by the time i got back to the hostel, it was late enough for me to just grab my bags, go to the airport cause i had an early flight and i just crashed out at the airport terminal until my flight showed up. the whole time wearing my sunglasses.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
the doors
being far away from home,
you really start to understand the doors.
i think about all the girls back home when l.a. woman plays on the jukebox.
l.a. woman sunday afternoon...
i imagine karla riding her bike,
sunny at the rosebowl,
carol wearing big sunglasses,
stacey dancing on a rooftop.
it goes on.
d.
you really start to understand the doors.
i think about all the girls back home when l.a. woman plays on the jukebox.
l.a. woman sunday afternoon...
i imagine karla riding her bike,
sunny at the rosebowl,
carol wearing big sunglasses,
stacey dancing on a rooftop.
it goes on.
d.
Natascha! Natascha!
**the following story is rated R for sexual content and harsh language. i apologize**
Natascha! Natascha!
By David P.
for Natascha...
So it was late at night in my bunkhouse and my Turkish roommates Omur and Ertugru and I were talking about our girls back home. Ertugru is a very conservative Muslim. He had a girlfriend for 11 years but only kissed her twice. He broke up with her because she became more liberal and started to show her hair. But he still loves her.
Omur on the other hand is a bit more liberal. He said, "Yes, I have a girl but every once in a while I get a Natascha."
"A Natascha?!" I said.
"Yes, Russian girls love Turkish men", Omur replied. "And many of the Russian prostitutes come to Turkey to fuck the Russian men. And when the wives of the Turkish men see the prostitutes, they yell 'Natascha! Natascha!' and curse them and spit at them because all their husbands love to pump Natascha. Me, I have pumped about 10 Nataschas."
I just started laughing. I was like, "No way! Why do you call them 'Nataschas'?"
"Because it is a very common name", he said. "Me, I get a Natascha and I pump her like this." He grabs the pillow and starts to hump it doggie style. "Or maybe after an hour of pumping, making sex, I pump her like this." He then puts the pillow missionary style and gestures that her legs are over his head and humps his pillow again. Ertugru can barely watch. But we both roll over laughing.
"But you two speak different languages. What do you say?" I ask.
"What is there to say when you pump?!" he replies. "Natascha says 'Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!'. I say 'Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh baby!'".
I tell him, "I think this is hilarious because I have a friend back home whose name is Natascha and she is Russian." They both look at me like ghosts. Omur begins to apologize, "I am so sorry, David. I did not mean disrespect to your girl friend."
I say, "Oh no! Don't worry about it. It's a cultural thing and her name makes it so funny."
"Are we still friends or is there a problem?" Omur asks.
I say, "Don't worry about it. Tell me more about Nataschas."
So Omur goes on. "Back in high school I had a teacher and she was Russian. She had great this and that" (gesturing tits and ass with his hands). "And one day, after class…" (he takes his time with this one, like it means something to him). "I tell her I want to make pump to her. And she tells me she wants to fuck me too. But she will not fuck me because I am Muslim and she is Christian. Oh David, man! Brother! It is a difficult situation because I want very much to pump her but I am Muslim, you see?"
"Yeah, so why don't you just tell her you're Christian for one day and fuck her and then convert back to being Muslim the next day?" I say.
Omur smiles evilly and says, "Brother, I think we speak the same language" and starts to hump his pillow doggie style again. We all start laughing again. But I say, "Wait, wait. How is she Natascha? I asked about Nataschas and you're telling me about your teacher you want to fuck?"
Omur says, "Oh yes. About that. Well she is Russian. And she has great this and that" (gesturing tits and ass with his hands again). "And one day she is writing on… how do you say? Chalk board?"
"Uh huh. Chalk board is correct" I say.
"Well she is writing with her back to us and she is Russian. So my friend he yells as a joke 'Natascha! Natascha!' to her because she is so sexy like a prostitute. Immediately she turns around and says 'Who says that?'. No one says anything. So she goes up to each student and she punches them three times in the face. Ahhh, man! David it was so funny! You should have been there. You come to Turkey , David. We will get 10 Nataschas".
We turn out the lights and talk about all of the Nataschas we will fuck when we are out of this place.
"Tens! Hundreds! Thousands! Millions!" I say. And I can hear Omur humping his pillow.
The End.
Natascha! Natascha!
By David P.
for Natascha...
So it was late at night in my bunkhouse and my Turkish roommates Omur and Ertugru and I were talking about our girls back home. Ertugru is a very conservative Muslim. He had a girlfriend for 11 years but only kissed her twice. He broke up with her because she became more liberal and started to show her hair. But he still loves her.
Omur on the other hand is a bit more liberal. He said, "Yes, I have a girl but every once in a while I get a Natascha."
"A Natascha?!" I said.
"Yes, Russian girls love Turkish men", Omur replied. "And many of the Russian prostitutes come to Turkey to fuck the Russian men. And when the wives of the Turkish men see the prostitutes, they yell 'Natascha! Natascha!' and curse them and spit at them because all their husbands love to pump Natascha. Me, I have pumped about 10 Nataschas."
I just started laughing. I was like, "No way! Why do you call them 'Nataschas'?"
"Because it is a very common name", he said. "Me, I get a Natascha and I pump her like this." He grabs the pillow and starts to hump it doggie style. "Or maybe after an hour of pumping, making sex, I pump her like this." He then puts the pillow missionary style and gestures that her legs are over his head and humps his pillow again. Ertugru can barely watch. But we both roll over laughing.
"But you two speak different languages. What do you say?" I ask.
"What is there to say when you pump?!" he replies. "Natascha says 'Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!'. I say 'Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh baby!'".
I tell him, "I think this is hilarious because I have a friend back home whose name is Natascha and she is Russian." They both look at me like ghosts. Omur begins to apologize, "I am so sorry, David. I did not mean disrespect to your girl friend."
I say, "Oh no! Don't worry about it. It's a cultural thing and her name makes it so funny."
"Are we still friends or is there a problem?" Omur asks.
I say, "Don't worry about it. Tell me more about Nataschas."
So Omur goes on. "Back in high school I had a teacher and she was Russian. She had great this and that" (gesturing tits and ass with his hands). "And one day, after class…" (he takes his time with this one, like it means something to him). "I tell her I want to make pump to her. And she tells me she wants to fuck me too. But she will not fuck me because I am Muslim and she is Christian. Oh David, man! Brother! It is a difficult situation because I want very much to pump her but I am Muslim, you see?"
"Yeah, so why don't you just tell her you're Christian for one day and fuck her and then convert back to being Muslim the next day?" I say.
Omur smiles evilly and says, "Brother, I think we speak the same language" and starts to hump his pillow doggie style again. We all start laughing again. But I say, "Wait, wait. How is she Natascha? I asked about Nataschas and you're telling me about your teacher you want to fuck?"
Omur says, "Oh yes. About that. Well she is Russian. And she has great this and that" (gesturing tits and ass with his hands again). "And one day she is writing on… how do you say? Chalk board?"
"Uh huh. Chalk board is correct" I say.
"Well she is writing with her back to us and she is Russian. So my friend he yells as a joke 'Natascha! Natascha!' to her because she is so sexy like a prostitute. Immediately she turns around and says 'Who says that?'. No one says anything. So she goes up to each student and she punches them three times in the face. Ahhh, man! David it was so funny! You should have been there. You come to Turkey , David. We will get 10 Nataschas".
We turn out the lights and talk about all of the Nataschas we will fuck when we are out of this place.
"Tens! Hundreds! Thousands! Millions!" I say. And I can hear Omur humping his pillow.
The End.
what's going on
I'm falling for a local girl.
she has the best dimples in the world.
today she sat and watched. sipping on a baileys and coffee while i swabbed the deck.
I've seen north shore about a thousand times so i know what comes next.
over and out.
she has the best dimples in the world.
today she sat and watched. sipping on a baileys and coffee while i swabbed the deck.
I've seen north shore about a thousand times so i know what comes next.
over and out.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
work ain't for players
if you know me.
you know i like to brag, you know i just like to tell it straight, you know i like to brag.
see, i aint the kinda dude thats gonna be like bashful or overlly modest to prove a point, honestly.
if you really want to know what this is, just listen...
it was my last night at the cannery. 4am in the morning i get woken up by a bulgarian girl in my bed. she broke into my room cause she heard i was taken off on a boat. we make eyes at work.
wakes me up and says" im here, im here". and i'm like dead tired after playing some soccer with the turks and i can hear my roomates getting pissed cause she's all loud and they need sleep so i say, "but my pillows here, i need sleep, i just played an intense game of football." shes like, "what? but im here."
and i say, " yeah, so get there (pointing to the door)."
she runs out and my roomates laugh.
she won't even look at me these days.
bulgarian girls are a dime a dozen.
L.A.C.A.
you know i like to brag, you know i just like to tell it straight, you know i like to brag.
see, i aint the kinda dude thats gonna be like bashful or overlly modest to prove a point, honestly.
if you really want to know what this is, just listen...
it was my last night at the cannery. 4am in the morning i get woken up by a bulgarian girl in my bed. she broke into my room cause she heard i was taken off on a boat. we make eyes at work.
wakes me up and says" im here, im here". and i'm like dead tired after playing some soccer with the turks and i can hear my roomates getting pissed cause she's all loud and they need sleep so i say, "but my pillows here, i need sleep, i just played an intense game of football." shes like, "what? but im here."
and i say, " yeah, so get there (pointing to the door)."
she runs out and my roomates laugh.
she won't even look at me these days.
bulgarian girls are a dime a dozen.
L.A.C.A.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
amy's birthday
so last night, was not only leila's birthday, but my friend amy's birthday up here too. she's loomis's girl and the bartender at the anchor bar. we bar hopped the whole night. they took me to the moose bar which i've never been to. you have to be a member or have a member vouch for you. you have to fill out an application and take an oath and all that.
so we go there. were trashed. and they have ping pong and a Foosball table. amy is waisted and kicks my ass at both.
i stumble back to my boat and bump into some russians. they are like dave! have a beer with us. i remember playing pool with them a long time ago so i join em. i go inside their boat and it's a lil shady. theres knives and boxes of the sopranos lying around. they are like are you scared? i say, "fuck no! i ain't scared of no russians!" they all laugh and we sit and finish an 18 pack playing cards. they talk about all the money their making. theyre experts. theyre fishing for halibut. ivan is the captain, he's 28. femur is his cousin, a deckhand, the same age. another russian named dave comes in and they talk and talk about their favorite spots to fish, each time speaking in russian because they don't want to tell me about these secret spots. it goes on like this until 5am.
so we go there. were trashed. and they have ping pong and a Foosball table. amy is waisted and kicks my ass at both.
i stumble back to my boat and bump into some russians. they are like dave! have a beer with us. i remember playing pool with them a long time ago so i join em. i go inside their boat and it's a lil shady. theres knives and boxes of the sopranos lying around. they are like are you scared? i say, "fuck no! i ain't scared of no russians!" they all laugh and we sit and finish an 18 pack playing cards. they talk about all the money their making. theyre experts. theyre fishing for halibut. ivan is the captain, he's 28. femur is his cousin, a deckhand, the same age. another russian named dave comes in and they talk and talk about their favorite spots to fish, each time speaking in russian because they don't want to tell me about these secret spots. it goes on like this until 5am.
second day at sea
so i'm a little shaken up from the day before, but remind myself to stay positive. that even worse things can happen out here.
we fill our boat to about a million pounds and head back to the cannery to unload.
we unload. we go back out.
now were working. pumping boats. i'm learning how to use the pump now since kevin's not with us. so were working. about to pump a new boat. i turn the power on for the pump and i just hear a pop-----fuzzzz---and smoke comes out. kenny looks over and says "god damn it son of a bitch cocksucker!"
he works on it for 3 hours. no work is being done. boats have to find another tender to unload with. the whole time i think it's my fault, but it's not. that piece of shit engine is older than kenny. covered in rust.
we go back to the cannery. the head electrician takes a look at it. opens it up and it looks like the bottom of a barbecue grill. just nothing but ash and soot. the engine is shot.
so were back in cordova. waiting for parts. it'll be about 2 days before we go back out. but i'm getting paid. getting paid to type this. so it's fine with me.
we fill our boat to about a million pounds and head back to the cannery to unload.
we unload. we go back out.
now were working. pumping boats. i'm learning how to use the pump now since kevin's not with us. so were working. about to pump a new boat. i turn the power on for the pump and i just hear a pop-----fuzzzz---and smoke comes out. kenny looks over and says "god damn it son of a bitch cocksucker!"
he works on it for 3 hours. no work is being done. boats have to find another tender to unload with. the whole time i think it's my fault, but it's not. that piece of shit engine is older than kenny. covered in rust.
we go back to the cannery. the head electrician takes a look at it. opens it up and it looks like the bottom of a barbecue grill. just nothing but ash and soot. the engine is shot.
so were back in cordova. waiting for parts. it'll be about 2 days before we go back out. but i'm getting paid. getting paid to type this. so it's fine with me.
my first day at sea
was epic. taking off was amazing. at the cannery i would watch the boats leave all the time, being on the opposite side is amazing. i stood on deck for hours day dreaming. seeing wildlife and over 9 glaciers. my captain caught me daydreaming and on the speaker he goes,"heel of a way to make a living huh?" it's true.
the sound is filled with hundreds of channels so were constantly making turns and are surrounded my large land masses on either side. mountains, hills, valleys, icebergs.
it's me, the captain kenny, his girl kelly, and this strange dude kevin.
the first day was rough. using alot of tools to repair parts and tighten machinery, so it was a lot of learning.
the first boat we pumped (read my previous blog on tendering), was out at sea to long at had tons of rotten fish. kenny goes chuck those fish overboard! and coming from the cannery were big on cleanliness, so i go, "ok do you have any gloves?" and kenny goes, "god damn it son of a bitch cocksucker!" and starts grabbing these maggot infest rotten ass fish with his bear hands and chucking them overboard. so i take his cue, sack it up and do the same without gloves. it reeked and i wanted to puke the whole time. and that's my new nickname, "god damn it son of a bitch cocksucker!". he directs me to do work, but he's never trained me on anything. he's a bastard. but to me, it's just like pledge ship, i'm taking it all in, not taking anything personally, and learning as i go.
so the second boat, were just about to pump it. i look over my shoulder at that weird guy kevin. and i yell "oh fuck!". it looks like he is getting electrocuted. i jump back. and we all realize he's having a full blown seizure. like a fish out of water, no pun intended. but none of us know what to do. i just remember to run and grab a wooden spoon for him to bite on. by the time i come back, his lack of body control send his head flying into a lever and he splits his head open. he's out for a good 7 minutes which is pretty long.
all the nearby boats tie there ropes onto us. like 8 of them. everyone is concerned. luckily one fisherman is an emt. so he takes control of the situation. keeping him alert by asking him questions. like what day is it, what did you have for breakfast, or making him remember three different words. an hour or so goes by, just checking kevin's vitals. no work is being done. we are just waiting for the coast guard. a small one passenger plane finally shows up. as kevins leaving he's still stumbling and still can't remember what we ate for breakfast.
so i have to man up. it just me, the captain and his girl. we finish unloading 6 more boats. I'm working 2 different jobs and kenny will run from the cabin onto the deck to help out. each time calling me a "god damn it son of a bitch cocksucker!".
the sound is filled with hundreds of channels so were constantly making turns and are surrounded my large land masses on either side. mountains, hills, valleys, icebergs.
it's me, the captain kenny, his girl kelly, and this strange dude kevin.
the first day was rough. using alot of tools to repair parts and tighten machinery, so it was a lot of learning.
the first boat we pumped (read my previous blog on tendering), was out at sea to long at had tons of rotten fish. kenny goes chuck those fish overboard! and coming from the cannery were big on cleanliness, so i go, "ok do you have any gloves?" and kenny goes, "god damn it son of a bitch cocksucker!" and starts grabbing these maggot infest rotten ass fish with his bear hands and chucking them overboard. so i take his cue, sack it up and do the same without gloves. it reeked and i wanted to puke the whole time. and that's my new nickname, "god damn it son of a bitch cocksucker!". he directs me to do work, but he's never trained me on anything. he's a bastard. but to me, it's just like pledge ship, i'm taking it all in, not taking anything personally, and learning as i go.
so the second boat, were just about to pump it. i look over my shoulder at that weird guy kevin. and i yell "oh fuck!". it looks like he is getting electrocuted. i jump back. and we all realize he's having a full blown seizure. like a fish out of water, no pun intended. but none of us know what to do. i just remember to run and grab a wooden spoon for him to bite on. by the time i come back, his lack of body control send his head flying into a lever and he splits his head open. he's out for a good 7 minutes which is pretty long.
all the nearby boats tie there ropes onto us. like 8 of them. everyone is concerned. luckily one fisherman is an emt. so he takes control of the situation. keeping him alert by asking him questions. like what day is it, what did you have for breakfast, or making him remember three different words. an hour or so goes by, just checking kevin's vitals. no work is being done. we are just waiting for the coast guard. a small one passenger plane finally shows up. as kevins leaving he's still stumbling and still can't remember what we ate for breakfast.
so i have to man up. it just me, the captain and his girl. we finish unloading 6 more boats. I'm working 2 different jobs and kenny will run from the cabin onto the deck to help out. each time calling me a "god damn it son of a bitch cocksucker!".
life on the boat
the lady helen, is actually a tender boat. what we do is go out to sea and use a giant pump to vacuum all of the fish out of the smaller siegner boats at sea. once we do that we supply them with fresh water and oil. so i don't have to worry about falling overboard by ropes and what not.
theres only a few things to keep my eyes open for though.
one. we operate heavy machinery on the waves. using cranes and a giant hydrolic pump that looks like one of those giant vats of beer you see brewing if you go to gordon birsch. so i'm constantly looking around seeing if theres tons of metal being lifted or this enormous hose that sucks all the fish out of the boats. it's nuts to see just hundreds of salmon being sucked upwards. so yeah those are my only worries when i'm working.
the other concern, is my captain. he has a reputation for falling asleep at the wheel. which is the most dangerous thing you can do. he likes to throw on the autopilot and sit back., and hes in his 50's so the sleep depravation gets to him a lot quicker. the good news is, i set my alarm every hour to check on him. and when he is too tired, he lets me do wheel watch and goes to bed. i actually get to sit in the captains seat and drive a over 100ft 9 ton vessel! i'll get the exact measurements soon. but its nuts sitting that high up, dodging icebergs and other boats. changing turnd by mere degrees. staying on course is like watching a slow motion video game.
so yeah, it's totally amazing.
theres only a few things to keep my eyes open for though.
one. we operate heavy machinery on the waves. using cranes and a giant hydrolic pump that looks like one of those giant vats of beer you see brewing if you go to gordon birsch. so i'm constantly looking around seeing if theres tons of metal being lifted or this enormous hose that sucks all the fish out of the boats. it's nuts to see just hundreds of salmon being sucked upwards. so yeah those are my only worries when i'm working.
the other concern, is my captain. he has a reputation for falling asleep at the wheel. which is the most dangerous thing you can do. he likes to throw on the autopilot and sit back., and hes in his 50's so the sleep depravation gets to him a lot quicker. the good news is, i set my alarm every hour to check on him. and when he is too tired, he lets me do wheel watch and goes to bed. i actually get to sit in the captains seat and drive a over 100ft 9 ton vessel! i'll get the exact measurements soon. but its nuts sitting that high up, dodging icebergs and other boats. changing turnd by mere degrees. staying on course is like watching a slow motion video game.
so yeah, it's totally amazing.
Friday, August 17, 2007
mourning rain
you're like the mourning rain
i never ever have to say
when i go away
cause you're like the mourning rain
when i don't see you
it reminds me of the mourning rain
dance for everyone on your mind
you never ever have the time
when i go away
cause you're like the mourning rain
when i don't see you
it reminds me of the mourning rain
you're like the mourning rain
i never ever have to say
when i go away
cause you're like the mourning rain
when i don't see you
it reminds me of the mourning rain
i never ever have to say
when i go away
cause you're like the mourning rain
when i don't see you
it reminds me of the mourning rain
dance for everyone on your mind
you never ever have the time
when i go away
cause you're like the mourning rain
when i don't see you
it reminds me of the mourning rain
you're like the mourning rain
i never ever have to say
when i go away
cause you're like the mourning rain
when i don't see you
it reminds me of the mourning rain
the cougar of all cougars
so last night i was at the anchor bar having beers and conversation with loomis. when all of a sudden this cougar comes in the bar. she's the life of the party. she grabs the oldest fisherman she sees. he has the longest grayest beard, the dirtiest trucker cap and the plaidest jacket and is skinny and weathered as all hell.
they start dancing to the songs on amy's ipod. funnily enough it's a killers remix thats like 12 minutes long so loomis and i are just in awe at this spectacle. she starts throwing darts behind her back and licking the legs of chairs that are all ready on top of tables. gesturing to us you know. and she starts doing the robot and all that and loomis and i are convinced that this would be some type of epic youtube video, but only we are witnessing it.
so the song ends. and she comes up to us just speaking gibberish. but then, she looks at me, and i'm keeping a straight face, i've learned to keep a good poker face out here and she says "i've seen you around, i want you! i saw you at the reluctant, i saw you at the Alaskan, i saw you here last night, i've been watching you. you sit there all reserved and don't say word to anybody, i like that, i'll teach you all the things you think you think youre not." and i just nod. she starts to speak more gibberish and goes to the bar to buy me and loomis some drinks.
loomis gets up to check on his dog and thats when she goes in for the kill. i'm left alone with this beast. so she comes back with two beers and she speaks more gibberish leaning on mt just to make sure she's really showing me her goods. and says the same thing, "i saw you at the reluctant, i saw you at the alsakan, i saw you here last night, i've been watching you." so to fuck with her i cut her off. i say, "yeah, i've been watching you too." and she gets taken aback and she's all surprised. and she says, "do you know who i am? i'm cher's body double!" and she starts singing the lyrics to if you can turn back time in that terrible horse voice. i'm thinking this woman is absolutely nuts. by now loomis comes to have a seat. she says, "look at my ass! it's cher's ass! i'm 60!", singing the lyrics again, but this time changing the lyrics and making them all sexual. it's obviously not cher's ass either, she's got mommy jeans on which show off her saggy bottom and her belly pouch. so loomis starts laughing which distracts me and i start to smirk a little. she whips around and pulls the collar of my shirt,tearing my shirt, pulls me in close and says, "i got a house in anchorage, i have $400,000, i'm gonna make you my bitch!" loomis and i just breakdown laughing. the night goes on and on like this.
she is the cougar of all cougars.
they start dancing to the songs on amy's ipod. funnily enough it's a killers remix thats like 12 minutes long so loomis and i are just in awe at this spectacle. she starts throwing darts behind her back and licking the legs of chairs that are all ready on top of tables. gesturing to us you know. and she starts doing the robot and all that and loomis and i are convinced that this would be some type of epic youtube video, but only we are witnessing it.
so the song ends. and she comes up to us just speaking gibberish. but then, she looks at me, and i'm keeping a straight face, i've learned to keep a good poker face out here and she says "i've seen you around, i want you! i saw you at the reluctant, i saw you at the Alaskan, i saw you here last night, i've been watching you. you sit there all reserved and don't say word to anybody, i like that, i'll teach you all the things you think you think youre not." and i just nod. she starts to speak more gibberish and goes to the bar to buy me and loomis some drinks.
loomis gets up to check on his dog and thats when she goes in for the kill. i'm left alone with this beast. so she comes back with two beers and she speaks more gibberish leaning on mt just to make sure she's really showing me her goods. and says the same thing, "i saw you at the reluctant, i saw you at the alsakan, i saw you here last night, i've been watching you." so to fuck with her i cut her off. i say, "yeah, i've been watching you too." and she gets taken aback and she's all surprised. and she says, "do you know who i am? i'm cher's body double!" and she starts singing the lyrics to if you can turn back time in that terrible horse voice. i'm thinking this woman is absolutely nuts. by now loomis comes to have a seat. she says, "look at my ass! it's cher's ass! i'm 60!", singing the lyrics again, but this time changing the lyrics and making them all sexual. it's obviously not cher's ass either, she's got mommy jeans on which show off her saggy bottom and her belly pouch. so loomis starts laughing which distracts me and i start to smirk a little. she whips around and pulls the collar of my shirt,tearing my shirt, pulls me in close and says, "i got a house in anchorage, i have $400,000, i'm gonna make you my bitch!" loomis and i just breakdown laughing. the night goes on and on like this.
she is the cougar of all cougars.
amy and loomis
amy and loomis are the first locals, if you can call them that, whom i met here. there a cute couple from upstate new york. it was my first night at the anchor bar, she bar tends. but everyone here has more than one job. she works for a non profit and he works for the forestry. their good people and we play pool and talk about going to the glacier. he just got a dog. part lab and husky. this is a dog town. everyone has one and they are aloud to be in the bars so there is always someone wrestling with a dog when your playing darts or pool. even walking the streets you see dogs in the passenger seats of cars or in the back of pickup trucks. i want a dog now.
no sailing on fridays
today, i bought my official deckhand license. rosejane, the owner of the press restraunt gave me a parting give of $100 for my trip. i was really touched so i saved it. and this is what i bought with it.
so today i'm ready to go and the captain says, "oh, noooo. no one leaves on friday it's bad luck".
so were taking off a little bit after midnight tonight. so when you guys are just getting your night started down south, it'll be about 1am up here and you know where i'll be. so with that said, drink for me, dance for me, party for me.
bon voyage, dave.
so today i'm ready to go and the captain says, "oh, noooo. no one leaves on friday it's bad luck".
so were taking off a little bit after midnight tonight. so when you guys are just getting your night started down south, it'll be about 1am up here and you know where i'll be. so with that said, drink for me, dance for me, party for me.
bon voyage, dave.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
my favorite part of the day
is walking outside during my 15 minute break.
sitting on the cement.
it's so clear out that the pools of water from the rain reflect the seagulls over head. you can watch them glide for a split second until they crash into the sides of dry asphalt.
sometimes a turkish boy will toss his cigerate and this causes and eruption of waves adding paterns to their flight.
they sit seven to one bench. dressed like refugees. talking in their strange language. usually about all the mone they are taking back home with them.
and then i look at how fast my nails are growing out here.
we go back to work.
sitting on the cement.
it's so clear out that the pools of water from the rain reflect the seagulls over head. you can watch them glide for a split second until they crash into the sides of dry asphalt.
sometimes a turkish boy will toss his cigerate and this causes and eruption of waves adding paterns to their flight.
they sit seven to one bench. dressed like refugees. talking in their strange language. usually about all the mone they are taking back home with them.
and then i look at how fast my nails are growing out here.
we go back to work.
if there is one thing i've learned
if there is one thing i have learned in alaska, it's that seeing a beautiful girl is a gift.
in california, they are everywhere, this is certain.
but on my breaks, every so often, i see the same eukranian girl walking down the street, and each time i stop dead in my tracks.
i've learned my lesson.
in california, they are everywhere, this is certain.
but on my breaks, every so often, i see the same eukranian girl walking down the street, and each time i stop dead in my tracks.
i've learned my lesson.
the streets of my town
so my town is cordova, alaska.
google earth it.
the population is 2,500.
you can listen to the gift by the velvet underground and walk from the cannery i work at to the edge of town.
it's not really a town, it's a village actually.
a fishing village. half of the size of the village in claremont.
as well as a fishing village it's supposed to be the artist community of alaska, but all the really make is otters and seagulls made out of wood. that type of stuff.
there is about 5 bars and 3 places to eat. one grocery store and a library. that's about it.
it's a nice place.
google earth it.
the population is 2,500.
you can listen to the gift by the velvet underground and walk from the cannery i work at to the edge of town.
it's not really a town, it's a village actually.
a fishing village. half of the size of the village in claremont.
as well as a fishing village it's supposed to be the artist community of alaska, but all the really make is otters and seagulls made out of wood. that type of stuff.
there is about 5 bars and 3 places to eat. one grocery store and a library. that's about it.
it's a nice place.
bold faced lying
so I've been playing a lot of hooky at the cannery to get on this boat. at first i had to walk the docks to find a job, now we've been working on the engine for a week and the mechanic missed his flight yesterday because his 12 passenger plane to get here got hit by a seagull. so I've been sleeping at the bunkhouse for a place to stay, but have been keeping a low pro. and last night was a blur. i just remember rapping with a chef to young jeezy at the reluctant fisherman bar and then peeing in somebodies boots on my way to bed.
so this afternoon, bill, the bunkhouse manager wakes me up out of a dead sleep. he's chill he's got a tattoo of a mushroom on his arm and he goes, "David! wake up! fresh market wants to see you! they wanna know why you've been missing for 3 days! work your magic!
i stumble out of bed drunk as a skunk. throw some water on my face and be sure to rinse my mouth with scope.
i get interrogated by 3 Filipino's who are high on meth with a Mexican girl in the back watching my every move.
"David! why are you not working?!?"
"cuz I'm sick, my roommates sick, everybody who works here is sick, it was only a matter of time that i got sick."
"so we take you to doctor!"
"NO!, fuck the doctor, i gotta pay $200 dollars just to walk in his front door, i ain't got the cash.
"what are your symptoms?!?"
"i cant keep anything down, it goes down one end or the other, ask anybody."
"and what are you taking?!?"
"uhh...dayquil,nyquil it cures all (slurring my words)"
"NOOO! you take peptobismal, you got wrong medicine! you need pink stuff!
...Is that alcohol i smell on your breath?"
"what?...your trippin'. that's a sin."
"i smell alcohol David!"
"naw man. that's a sin. like these Muslims. i can't drink or i go to hell. maybe you smell my toothpaste. i use scope. that's what yer smellin'."
"OK FINE! we cannot write you up because you are sick and you cannot work!"
"what? you gonna write me up because I'm sick?'
"NO! you listen! you take peptobismal! pink stuff! and go to bed! come to work tomorrow!
"whatever."
and i stumble out of there laughing my ass off in my head.
so this afternoon, bill, the bunkhouse manager wakes me up out of a dead sleep. he's chill he's got a tattoo of a mushroom on his arm and he goes, "David! wake up! fresh market wants to see you! they wanna know why you've been missing for 3 days! work your magic!
i stumble out of bed drunk as a skunk. throw some water on my face and be sure to rinse my mouth with scope.
i get interrogated by 3 Filipino's who are high on meth with a Mexican girl in the back watching my every move.
"David! why are you not working?!?"
"cuz I'm sick, my roommates sick, everybody who works here is sick, it was only a matter of time that i got sick."
"so we take you to doctor!"
"NO!, fuck the doctor, i gotta pay $200 dollars just to walk in his front door, i ain't got the cash.
"what are your symptoms?!?"
"i cant keep anything down, it goes down one end or the other, ask anybody."
"and what are you taking?!?"
"uhh...dayquil,nyquil it cures all (slurring my words)"
"NOOO! you take peptobismal, you got wrong medicine! you need pink stuff!
...Is that alcohol i smell on your breath?"
"what?...your trippin'. that's a sin."
"i smell alcohol David!"
"naw man. that's a sin. like these Muslims. i can't drink or i go to hell. maybe you smell my toothpaste. i use scope. that's what yer smellin'."
"OK FINE! we cannot write you up because you are sick and you cannot work!"
"what? you gonna write me up because I'm sick?'
"NO! you listen! you take peptobismal! pink stuff! and go to bed! come to work tomorrow!
"whatever."
and i stumble out of there laughing my ass off in my head.
moms
theyre the ones who send you care packages full of fig newtons.
the ones who send you postcards everyday.
the ones you call home to but end up yelling at you not to buy the motorcycle you see in town.
the ones who cry and cry all night when they find out you got on a boat.
moms, theyre the best.
the ones who send you postcards everyday.
the ones you call home to but end up yelling at you not to buy the motorcycle you see in town.
the ones who cry and cry all night when they find out you got on a boat.
moms, theyre the best.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
top ten songs to sing while working in the cannery.
20 hour days are very slow and i have to keep myself busy through song.
10. you got what i need by biz markie
9. teenage kicks by the undertones
8. hustlin' by rick ross
7. la la la means i love you by the delfonics
6. one way or another by blondie
5. hold on by the Plastic Ono Band
4. hey thats no way to say good bye by leonard cohen
3. hong kong garden by siouxsie and the banshees
2. juicy by notorious B.I.G.
1. mary jane by rick james
some runners up...
1. it's dark in my heart by lee hazelwood
2. get ya mind right by young jeezy
3. running wild by tindersticks
4. dec. 14th by Jay Z
5. harvest moon by neil young
10. you got what i need by biz markie
9. teenage kicks by the undertones
8. hustlin' by rick ross
7. la la la means i love you by the delfonics
6. one way or another by blondie
5. hold on by the Plastic Ono Band
4. hey thats no way to say good bye by leonard cohen
3. hong kong garden by siouxsie and the banshees
2. juicy by notorious B.I.G.
1. mary jane by rick james
some runners up...
1. it's dark in my heart by lee hazelwood
2. get ya mind right by young jeezy
3. running wild by tindersticks
4. dec. 14th by Jay Z
5. harvest moon by neil young
the coho is the best dive bar EVER
a conversation at the coho. a couple is playing pool. two fisherman are throwing darts. and the bartender is watching the news.
hurricane Flossie huh?
is Flossie even a woman's name, just doesn't sound right.
they can't call that a hurricane it's in the pacific.
well, yeah politically speaking it should be called a typhoon.
the only Flossie to come through here, ran through town and married Ted Asner.
Was she a Flossie?
Yeah, she's the one they found dead in Juneau.
Oh yeah. But it's definitely a typhoon.
Now a guy in wheel chair rolls in.
Bill, can you change my urine bag?
This is the dive bar of dive bars.
hurricane Flossie huh?
is Flossie even a woman's name, just doesn't sound right.
they can't call that a hurricane it's in the pacific.
well, yeah politically speaking it should be called a typhoon.
the only Flossie to come through here, ran through town and married Ted Asner.
Was she a Flossie?
Yeah, she's the one they found dead in Juneau.
Oh yeah. But it's definitely a typhoon.
Now a guy in wheel chair rolls in.
Bill, can you change my urine bag?
This is the dive bar of dive bars.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
no more juan carlos
juan carlos has now been replaced by juan luis of modesto california. every time i see him at the anchor bar he buys all my drinks. we talk in spanglsih and after i told him i was into chicano studies and my parents involvement in chicano activism he began to show me pictures of his 13 year old nieces which i thought was rather strange.
one night he got super excited because horse racing was on the t.v.
he told me he has 2 horses and races them for 2,000 a month back home in mexico.
all he kept saying for 4 hours literally, was "2 horses, on la playa, muy bueno". and then he'd smile showing his gold teeth.
one night he got super excited because horse racing was on the t.v.
he told me he has 2 horses and races them for 2,000 a month back home in mexico.
all he kept saying for 4 hours literally, was "2 horses, on la playa, muy bueno". and then he'd smile showing his gold teeth.
muh po box.
ok heres my new po box, applying for this finally made me feel like and adult plus its the only application that ive ever gotten an approval on!
p.o. box 1671
cordova, AK 99574-1671
the mailman emphasized using that whole zip you see there.
to make things even awesomer, kenny, my captain, mentioned that i should find my own place to live when we are docked up for insurance purposes. i was like awww man the hotels here are super run down and charge 150 a night. he was like no, just get a place over at hippy cove. i was like hippy cove? and he was like yeah its city property filled with cabins and tent sites where all the locals live about 5 miles out of the village. one guy even lives in a purple school bus. and theres no fee to live there.
so, my new physical address is 420 hippy cove and im NEVER leaving.
p.o. box 1671
cordova, AK 99574-1671
the mailman emphasized using that whole zip you see there.
to make things even awesomer, kenny, my captain, mentioned that i should find my own place to live when we are docked up for insurance purposes. i was like awww man the hotels here are super run down and charge 150 a night. he was like no, just get a place over at hippy cove. i was like hippy cove? and he was like yeah its city property filled with cabins and tent sites where all the locals live about 5 miles out of the village. one guy even lives in a purple school bus. and theres no fee to live there.
so, my new physical address is 420 hippy cove and im NEVER leaving.
a conversation on opening a bank account
teller: ok david were going to set up this new checking account for you, we need some information though. whats your job title?
david: jet setter.
t: haha very funny. youre a very funny guy. ok really, what is it?
d: young entrpenouire.
t: haha david, seriously.
d: extraordinaare.
t: alright alright, haha. we need to show the banks a real job david.
d: i am an extraordinare, i do everything. you name ive probably done it.
t: haha your funny. i have a younger sister. shes's 22 she'd like you.
d: thats neat.
t: alright lets wrap this up here, your job title. you said your working at the cannery right? what exactly is your job title there.
d: back up vocalist for the rolling stones.
t: david.
d: fine! just put student geeesh.
t: ok, great, student. now whats your mother's maiden name.
d: supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
david: jet setter.
t: haha very funny. youre a very funny guy. ok really, what is it?
d: young entrpenouire.
t: haha david, seriously.
d: extraordinaare.
t: alright alright, haha. we need to show the banks a real job david.
d: i am an extraordinare, i do everything. you name ive probably done it.
t: haha your funny. i have a younger sister. shes's 22 she'd like you.
d: thats neat.
t: alright lets wrap this up here, your job title. you said your working at the cannery right? what exactly is your job title there.
d: back up vocalist for the rolling stones.
t: david.
d: fine! just put student geeesh.
t: ok, great, student. now whats your mother's maiden name.
d: supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
poncho is a snitch
so when i got off of the boat i had to take a cab with all my gear back to the cannery bunkhouse. sure it looked a little strange but no one knew i was gone. the place is a madhouse and i dont even know how it functions. it was until 10pm that the office asked to see me.
they were like, it looks like you clocked in late and didnt show up yesterday, poncho the janitor saw you unloading all of your bags. whats going on?
without hesitation using my savy irvine sales skills i said, "oh about that, i came down with a killer virus last night and decided to stay at the hotel down the road. i brought all of my things as not to contaminate the rest of my bunkmates. i mean think about it a whole workforce coming down with the flu would severely lower our production, so tell me, how many boats are we expecting in today?
they were like oh. uh, well. yeah. i think we have ummm 5 boats coming in today. yeah 5. but we have to give you 2 write ups for this. fucking poncho that fat rat bastard.
they were like, it looks like you clocked in late and didnt show up yesterday, poncho the janitor saw you unloading all of your bags. whats going on?
without hesitation using my savy irvine sales skills i said, "oh about that, i came down with a killer virus last night and decided to stay at the hotel down the road. i brought all of my things as not to contaminate the rest of my bunkmates. i mean think about it a whole workforce coming down with the flu would severely lower our production, so tell me, how many boats are we expecting in today?
they were like oh. uh, well. yeah. i think we have ummm 5 boats coming in today. yeah 5. but we have to give you 2 write ups for this. fucking poncho that fat rat bastard.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
news.
the original boat i got on. shanghaied me. its the oldest trick in the book. find a guy at a bar get him drunk and throw him on your boat and set sea. luckily im a numbers guy and they told me my original pay was 200 a day, standard for a green horn. when i asked again as we were taking off they said 130. immediately i grabbed all my shit and jumped off. i told the bartender at the anchor about this and he said oh yeah...thats a meth boat, youd be transporting drugs.
im lucky i made it out.
but luck has changed. i met a captain last night who needs a guy. his men are insane. i stood and watched them start bar fights all night. one of them, funnily enough named john oh and the captains name is chris! anyways john is crazy, hed stare me down and ask are you ready to die!!!! and then try to make me flinch and if i didnt hed buy a round of beers. theyre leaving to dutch harbor in 8 days which is basically like the the show deadwood. and then to the bearing sea. this is the sea i did not want to goto. but this ship feels right.
i'll let you know how it goes.
im lucky i made it out.
but luck has changed. i met a captain last night who needs a guy. his men are insane. i stood and watched them start bar fights all night. one of them, funnily enough named john oh and the captains name is chris! anyways john is crazy, hed stare me down and ask are you ready to die!!!! and then try to make me flinch and if i didnt hed buy a round of beers. theyre leaving to dutch harbor in 8 days which is basically like the the show deadwood. and then to the bearing sea. this is the sea i did not want to goto. but this ship feels right.
i'll let you know how it goes.
Saturday, August 4, 2007
giant imaginary friend
this term comes from a turkish girl named burzou. pronounced puuur-jzooo.
we were talking on day and she said that i am a giant imaginary friend. i said what? her english is very bad. she said i mean you have a giant imaginary friend, like big dreams head. i was like what? im a giant imaginary friend? she was like no, how do you say big imaginary head. i said ohhh. i have a BIG IMAGINATION. and she said YES! you have a giant imagination. and i was like oh, i like ginat imaginary friend better.
we were talking on day and she said that i am a giant imaginary friend. i said what? her english is very bad. she said i mean you have a giant imaginary friend, like big dreams head. i was like what? im a giant imaginary friend? she was like no, how do you say big imaginary head. i said ohhh. i have a BIG IMAGINATION. and she said YES! you have a giant imagination. and i was like oh, i like ginat imaginary friend better.
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