man overboard!

we lost a man today. it's always a tragedy when a dirty, crusty, old, disease ridden sailor goes to a watery grave.this particular old salt was named gary, but all the men reverently referred to him as "old, crusty, shit for brains, gary." i remember he used to spend hours at a time tending to his putrid, vomit encrusted rat carcass garden and wildly screaming threats and profanities at anyone who walked by. i just wish he had paid attention to the warnings i posted about riding the razor scooters in gale force winds.