You Better Lava Me Now

The Ocean Has Always Been A Salve To My Soul.

I Remember The Excruciating School Task Of Writing A Three-page Term Paper. But, Oh, That Feeling When I Was Done! I Think I Drive Myself For That Feeling Of Accomplishment.

Yes, I Am A Pirate, Two Hundred Years To Late. Cannons Don't Thunder, There's Nothing To Plunder, I'm An Over Forty Victim Of Fate.

I Still Consider It A Summer Job, Though. So, I Try To Maintain That Summer Job As Long As I Can. But It's Exciting To Be Able To Have The Opportunity To Do Things I Always Dreamed Of As A Kid.

I Just Thank God I Don't Live In A Trailer.