I have a lot of pent up rage. I need an outlet. I figure this is the best way to vent without doing something illegal. So I figured, "I'll start a blog". All the cool kids are doing it. It could be fun. I can say all those things that I can't to say to people to their faces. Without getting punched. Maybe.
So here it is. My first foray into published journalism.
I'm a merchant mariner. No, not a marine. There is no boot camp and shouts of "Hooahh" here. I drive a boat. A big one. And as much fun as it is to work on a boat, it is more fun to be home spending time with my family. Therein lies the impetus of this blog...Chronicles of Crew Change.
Every two weeks it's time to go home, or go to the boat. Seems simple enough doesn't it? You would be wrong. Very wrong. Very, very wrong.
Over the last two years, the particular boat I work on has crew changed everywhere from Brownsville, Texas to Portland, Maine and just about every port in between. Some go relatively smooth. Others...well, that's why I need a blog. My parents tell me I should write a book. I would, problem being, no one would actually believe some of the stuff we do. It's mind boggling sometimes. I've been doing this since 1996 and sometimes I can't believe it. "If it's not on paper, it never happened". Well, now it will be on paper. Or at least the electronic equivalent thereof.
So buckle in. It's gonna be a rough ride. Expect sarcasm. A lot of it. And swears. Many, much profanity. "Curse like a sailor", should come to mind. Rightfully so. Probably some guns. Kids. Co-workers who act like kids. Me, acting like a kid. General debauchery and shenanigans.
I hope you enjoy it.
But, honestly, if it helps me get some things off my chest and prevents at least one rage induced murder, it will be all worth it.