Loser's Guide to Life
I'm on a rustbucket in the middle of the Atlantic. Nice weather we're having. Can't complain about that. But I think I'm alone, except for the rumpled sack sleeping below decks. I don't even know who he is. Skipper? Probably. I wish he would tell me one of his racy, downtown stories of debauchery again, but he's way too drunk. I should probably take the helm or something but frankly I don't know anything about boats, even though I grew up in a town on the coast. I really only know how to fry stuff.
Oh, this is fun: another leak. I'll have to see to it. (I did take a course in plumbing once).