We are both much more swollen and wrinkled now.

[saltdawg]

The girl who pinned me up against a bulkhead on a ship that was like four or five ships ago, the one who was dating the Chief Engineer of that boat.  The one that stuck her hands in my pants and her tongue in my lips...That girl that drank five $90.00 shots alongside of my five before we went back to the ship that was four or five ships ago and pinned me to that bulkhead...That girl showed up on the boat today.

She introduced herself to me.

I told her that we knew each other already, and she flushed, focused her eyes for a moment  and said my name?... I guess we do know each other, yeah?

At least I'm not the only person who is capable of forgetting these types of things. 

A thousand dollars worth of booze between the two of us or not.

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[danjite.livejournal.com]

The reason I am glad that this has happened to me more than a couple times is the thought that my impact on their lives was so significant it required electroshock therapy to help them forget lost opportunities.

I miss my dog something awful.

[saltdawg.livejournal.com]

Aww, man. The booze, the years, the SWELLING. She's probably got ten years on me and is still unmarried. At that time we could have been a good fit. Man, I remember sitting with her and her friendly neighborhood fire lieutenant, in December (?) of 2001 talking about the EPA's PR nightmare about air-borne toxin hysteria and the Lieutenant who had the nightmare of loosing most of his crew in the state/federal bar Spaghetti Western...Maybe back then.

But now? I'm just adrift. I don't even care about making an effort, even though I crave stability.

I don't know what I was getting at. She and I had a moment. Both of us would have gotten our asses kicked. But in the end, I blame the expensive booze forcing her to make really bad decisions. I don't think she was thinking "what if?" I think she was thinking "there but the grace of god go I..."

Or something along that sentiment.