While we're waiting....

I just can't decide about this Trump bloke. He's like a bull in a china shop. Maybe he knows what hes doing but he makes me nervous. I thought he was going to fire everybody and drain the swamp but it hasn't happened yet. And the stock market goes up but for how long? And what about the national debt? I've been buying gold. I know, I know....it's just metal and the gold market is manipulated. Where am I going to keep the stuff anyway?  But what else is there?  ETFs and mining stocks are just paper anyway.

It’s funny the things that go through one’s mind when one’s out on the ocean on a small boat trying to ignore ones loathsome companion, yes you Oscar, the mind plays strange tricks on one. I just got a flashback to our old days together in LA when we were doing porn. For no reason at all I was marveling at the dimensions of  Johnny Wadd’s member, then I was having tea in Fortnum & Masons with William Burroughs, helping Julian Lennon fix his bike, feeding swans on the Cam with Samantha. It’s amazing the way the human mind works.

Or one could say one’s mind plays strange tricks when one is out on the ocean. One starts sailing round in circles. One may even be in danger of disappearing up one’s own Sargasso. That could quickly get boring for one. So one needs something to occupy one’s mind. How about this? One, me for instance, catches a bloody great marlin...straps it on the side of the boat and takes it back to Cuba. Alas, sharks eat it before one gets it back and nobody believes one. A proper writer could make something out of that. I’m tempted to have a go myself (good thing I brought the laptop.) But what’s the point? Probably been done already.

Like most people I scour the internet looking for free entertainment. Maybe someone somewhere has posted something interesting or amusing. You never know your luck.

I did try Facebook once but nobody wanted to be my friend. I didn’t bother me unduly. I’ve got used to my own company. But I do enjoy the internet. I’m a compulsive writer  and I like leaving the odd anonymous comment here and there. Yahoo is good for that. I just find a news item think of something irrelevant and throw it out there. You may have read some of my comments.

So we walked around Vieux Fort for a bit, me and Oscar, getting lots of dirty looks from the local rudeboys. We must have just missed Blackjack and his mates. According to Alphonse, the harbour master, they stopped in long enough to buy a kilo of weed from some rastas and they were off again. To St. Vincent most likely he thought.