The shuffling of intentions bares a poison fruit to those who wittingly or not choose you.

When the simplest answer is silence, run with scissors. Carve out a diploma. Let the rain destroy your heart. Grant what must be granted. After a nap it's acceptable to feel the same way. When it's the first time, be prepared to reap the conclusions. You have constructed you. You is paramount to them.

  I work on one of the big fishing boats that work in the Bering sea.  There are hundreds of stories I could tell about close calls of life and limb, but the latest involves, of all things at sea, a dog.  Fresh out of dry dock, the boat was not what it should be.  We tied back up at pier 91.  Knowing it would take time before casting off again, I headed to another boat to look at some new equipment installed in there factory.  These boats are actually large ships, which catch, and process up to 500 tons of fish a day.  While visiting this other ship, I decided to go say hi to a friend of mine who is the captain on this other boat.  In the wheelhouse I found him with a pair of binoculars in his face, looking towards the walking trail by Elliot bay.  What caught his eye was a dog, swimming after a Canadian goose.  We saw the owner of the dog climbing over the slippery rocks on shore, frantically calling her dog back to shore.  My captain friend said he had been watching this for over 45 minutes.  After some small talk, we noticed the dog was still chasing the goose, and was starting to sink a little lower in the water. Pretty much going to catch the goose or go under.  The goose was smart enough to circle back to shore, but the stubborn dog would not give up.  Being a dog lover himself, the captain asked if I would like to go for a skiff ride, and rescue a dog.  Myself, being a lover of adventure, was ready to go.  We put on our life jackets and jumped in the skiff.  The skiff  is hanging by crane on the rail of the ship, about 30 feet above the water.  As we were being let down by the crane, we started bouncing a bit.  I looked up at the crane hook attached to the skiff, just as a puff of rusty dust came off the crane wire as it snapped.  The next 20 feet went very quick, and we landed on the waters surface with a sudden stop of momentum.  Kind of like being in a car crash.  My captain friend hit his face on the steering counsel and was knocked out cold.  I was knocked onto my back, as the rigging and hook fell between us.  The rigging and hook are made of steal and weigh about 60 pounds, would have destroyed anything it hit.  After coming to, and wiping the blood of his face, the captain decided we would still rescue the dog.  We steered the skiff between the goose and dog.  With a cheer from a gathered crowd and a grateful owner, we got the dog to shore.  Only a few of the crew from the boat, my captain friend and I knew how lucky we were. Turns out our four legged friend was not the only lucky dog.                                                                

Every old Cowboys dream,

2saddle up a time machine.

sun on his shoulders

covered in shit,

Rusty ol six gun

and his britches don't fit.