Just did some envelope scratching. That cottage cost just slightly more than a years salary. I was single, lived on the ship, ate on the ship, **** on the ship, shaved on the ship, and worked on the ship. My only expense was my Bronco, at home in Boston, that my brother drove. The only thing I needed to buy was booze. It was 1979, you didn’t even need to buy rubbers unless you were insanely over concerned about knocking up some tender young co-ed spring breaker from Wisconsin who wasn’t on birth control. There were no STD’s back then. Granted, I drank a ton of booze and got more ass than a toilet seat but...
I think I’m going to drink too much tonight and ruminate.