| Random Chronicles First Tale |
| New Hampshire Writers |
Portsmouth was lit up as any warm summer night. People flowed out
of bars, staggered steps sometimes in an embrace young couples laughed,
friends giggled and my lame ass was heading for the boat. As many
nights to come leaving behind the friends and family and so many simple
pleasures we take for granted. Like toilets, I know right, toilets? But
yeah, a smooth lipped five gallon bucket, Bounty the quicker picker
upper and as you could imagine some sometimes fancy foot work in high
seas and rough situations. Ha! not always caused by the ocean, but let's
get back to where I was going with this.
Like I spoke about earlier it all began on the Jerri Ann,
officially anyway truth be told it was on my father's boat lobstering when first
introduced to this drug. Then onto a very fun stint on the parties
boats, oh god the stories to tell about that time. Drinking also became
part of my life at 16 and by 24 I found myself to be a complete
alcoholic but that's ok. I couldn't be certain if done differently I would
like that person, I mean how can you trust some one that's never done
anything wrong? The boat was amazing Derek's father was a high liner is
his day. He pretty much made money with anything he touched and Ricky
knew that a bit too much sometimes but, hey, it's true so how can ya
blame a man? 57 feet long, fiberglass, for power there was this muckka
huge 12V71 turbo charged diesel jobbies. To spare you the details just
say a loud...awesome. Needless to say she was the fastest trip gillnet
boat in Portsmouth and pretty much everywhere else in the Gulf of !
Maine where I made my home a float aboard our mini home. Captain
Derek, the bosses son in all honesty the kid had it damn hard and always
uncomfortable being that fly on the wall when those two were going at it.
I love Derek, but I haven't seen him in an age nor Colin. Colin was
the "first mate" and like Derek a friend from knee high, which as a
term ironically enough was Derek's uncle's nickname. Sorry did it again,
so it was the three amigos, two 18 and one 19 on this pimped out ride
of a boat. I don't know how you couldn't feel bad ass, we did.
Looking back I chuckle, of course we weren't, not even close to having a clue
but fun, man we had fun.
Cashes Ledge Buoy is 88 mile East, Southeast of Portsmouth Harbor
and as the boat idled away from the pier we stowed dock lines, groceries
and our sea bags I saw the book my mother had gave me to read Forrest
Gump. When I returned I was dying to know why she "thought of me" when
she heard about it, hm. She was so proud of her son finally doing
what he had always wanted. How many times when I was younger she had
screamed at me "I was going to call the Coast Guard, you little sh...".
When Perfect Storm came out I asked her not to read it, she did. When
the moving came out I asked her not to see it, yup, she did and the
result was the same. Freaked out! Each time, as she still to this day does
it I have to talk her off the edge of the cliff. She knows I'm good
and safe and if ever there was something to happen it was doing
something that brought me great joy. Until then she would inform you she
reserves her right to "freak out" whenever she wants. Tic, Tic Judez, !
that funny farm is calling! love ya.
88 miles out on the ocean there is a rock. Cashers Rock to be more
specific and 88 miles out on the ocean on this rock, at low tide on a
full moon you can swim down and touch this rock. How bout that? I
thought it was neat too don't worry. Well that's where we went on my very
first, my first offshore endeavor with my two best friends and the
Irishman named Joe.
of bars, staggered steps sometimes in an embrace young couples laughed,
friends giggled and my lame ass was heading for the boat. As many
nights to come leaving behind the friends and family and so many simple
pleasures we take for granted. Like toilets, I know right, toilets? But
yeah, a smooth lipped five gallon bucket, Bounty the quicker picker
upper and as you could imagine some sometimes fancy foot work in high
seas and rough situations. Ha! not always caused by the ocean, but let's
get back to where I was going with this.
Like I spoke about earlier it all began on the Jerri Ann,
officially anyway truth be told it was on my father's boat lobstering when first
introduced to this drug. Then onto a very fun stint on the parties
boats, oh god the stories to tell about that time. Drinking also became
part of my life at 16 and by 24 I found myself to be a complete
alcoholic but that's ok. I couldn't be certain if done differently I would
like that person, I mean how can you trust some one that's never done
anything wrong? The boat was amazing Derek's father was a high liner is
his day. He pretty much made money with anything he touched and Ricky
knew that a bit too much sometimes but, hey, it's true so how can ya
blame a man? 57 feet long, fiberglass, for power there was this muckka
huge 12V71 turbo charged diesel jobbies. To spare you the details just
say a loud...awesome. Needless to say she was the fastest trip gillnet
boat in Portsmouth and pretty much everywhere else in the Gulf of !
Maine where I made my home a float aboard our mini home. Captain
Derek, the bosses son in all honesty the kid had it damn hard and always
uncomfortable being that fly on the wall when those two were going at it.
I love Derek, but I haven't seen him in an age nor Colin. Colin was
the "first mate" and like Derek a friend from knee high, which as a
term ironically enough was Derek's uncle's nickname. Sorry did it again,
so it was the three amigos, two 18 and one 19 on this pimped out ride
of a boat. I don't know how you couldn't feel bad ass, we did.
Looking back I chuckle, of course we weren't, not even close to having a clue
but fun, man we had fun.
Cashes Ledge Buoy is 88 mile East, Southeast of Portsmouth Harbor
and as the boat idled away from the pier we stowed dock lines, groceries
and our sea bags I saw the book my mother had gave me to read Forrest
Gump. When I returned I was dying to know why she "thought of me" when
she heard about it, hm. She was so proud of her son finally doing
what he had always wanted. How many times when I was younger she had
screamed at me "I was going to call the Coast Guard, you little sh...".
When Perfect Storm came out I asked her not to read it, she did. When
the moving came out I asked her not to see it, yup, she did and the
result was the same. Freaked out! Each time, as she still to this day does
it I have to talk her off the edge of the cliff. She knows I'm good
and safe and if ever there was something to happen it was doing
something that brought me great joy. Until then she would inform you she
reserves her right to "freak out" whenever she wants. Tic, Tic Judez, !
that funny farm is calling! love ya.
88 miles out on the ocean there is a rock. Cashers Rock to be more
specific and 88 miles out on the ocean on this rock, at low tide on a
full moon you can swim down and touch this rock. How bout that? I
thought it was neat too don't worry. Well that's where we went on my very
first, my first offshore endeavor with my two best friends and the
Irishman named Joe.
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