Between the security of childhood and the insecurity of second childhood, we find a species of humanity called the ” Seaman “.
They come in a series of sizes, weights and states of sobriety. They can be found in bars, in debt and always in love. Girls love them, towns tolerate them and governments support them. A seaman is laziness with a pack of cards, bravery with a tatoo on his arm, and the protector of the seas with a comic book in his pocket.
He has the energy of a turtle, the slyness of a fox, the sincerity of a liar, the brains of an idiot, the stories of a Sea Captain, the inspiration of a casanova and when he wants something its’ usually a tot !!
Some of his likes are :- Girls, Sheilas, Judyswomen, females and assorted members of the fairer sex.
He dislikes :- Answering letters, wearing uniforms, ships and ships officers, food and having to get up !!
He likes to spend his money on girls, beer, horses and whats’ left he usually spends foolishly………!!
Noah