I look toward the water. Is it calling to me or is it reiterating the fact that I'm your basic idiot?
I dare not delve deeper lest I find out.
Boat yards are a microcosm of the follies of man. Love. hate, hope, despair and the rest of yer basic emotions all wrapped up in a vessel that is out of it's element. I give my card to every fool that passes. Us fools gotta band together in our quest for validation. I have all those emotions tied up in my boat and, boy, am I out of my element.