Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Antinnuous and the Sea." (Part 4)
(YIKES! -read part 3 !?) ...Stunned, I had not noticed that I was pouring valuable Scotch Whisky from my over flowing plastic cup all over my upper torso? -Re-acting quickly, I addressed the situation with the palms of my hands then licked my fingers to a sticky solution., ALL THE WHILE - I might add - my eyes riveted on this ENIGMA, this inert Statue, whilst Argonauts (my 12-footer boat thingy-named after a Denver liquor Store) - drifted out to sea and settled under the daunting canopy of that once distant cumulus cloud...
...The rest is easy. The Argonaut was in serious maritime trouble and its lone mast (Marsupial-penis-thingy) was snapped in half, then the boat - FRICKIN ROGUE WAVE!!! - flipped, Antonnious got his wish, gone to da bottom, man; the boat flipped AGAIN, this time, right side up, I clambered aboard and bailed with empty beer cans like YO Momma! -till it was reasonably afloat? OH! OH! OH! One of my cases of beer (Aluminum cans) I was able to salvage. The bottled Whisky, alas, a present for some beachcomber on a distant shore? The Box-Vino, however, must have dissolved, certainly disappeared,, though I like to think Antonious got the latent prize? And, apparently, it was a "white squall" that over-took the Argonauts; and buggered off as fast as it arrived! So battered, bruised, me and the 12-footer, the good ol' Argonaut-broken mast an'all, rallied into the crowd-filled harbor with a tale... THIS Fisherman...could not tell.
(Fini)
c 2014/davedelacroix/ourmanineurope/nov/piacenza-italia.
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