Thai escapades, dec 2013. I and my pal hopped upon this crackling boat scraped together out of pieces of aluminum and wood, and we couldn’t find out where we were to be taken. (Nowhere in particular. Just around the cliffs and silent rocky shores.) The sailor had long curly hair with oddly blonde strands, self-made tattoos and scarfs wrapped around his head and waist. We called him captain Sparrow ‘cause he didn’t want his identity revealed. He seemed okay with that. He wasn’t much of a talker.

  1. woodysblues posted this