Tales Of A Drunken Cabin Boy Entry 2

Second entry.

Entry written to- "The Stable Song" by Gregory Alan Isakov.

The previous week has caused something similiar to a self hatred, maybe it was about time the demons ran their course. Some types of alcohol a man needs to learn to dispose of before the hangover reminds them of the devilish actions.

What happened to the days where my conscience felt heavy over arguing with a sibiling, or telling my mother no. It seems the years have only added more poison to my heart, I hate the way I feel pain before love. where did I put the blueprints to that time machine I always talked about?


Growing up I always wished to be a pirate, in the films and stories the men were aggressive and bitter. I guess I was searching for my pirate ship in bottles of liquor. Some sea man I feel like, I fit in well.

It is never to late to walk the plank and start anew, Someone tie me up and push me off, let the sea take all of it away. Or call the nurse who supplies the morphine, whichever comes first.


Let this be a lesson to those who take shots with the moon, the lonely hour does convert to sunshine. Still, do as you wish, free will comes with responsibility, more than any power a superhero welds.

Until next time,
Your Cabin Boy.


"Ring like silver, Ring like gold" -Gregory Alan Isakov (The Stable Song)

Author's Note

Have a ball.