One Flew Over the Cockoo's Nest
For the reading of this episode, we recommend: The boys of summer - Don Henley
I have thoughts.
"I have thoughts" is a phrase that must be scary, especially if the speaker is someone who has a headache every ten years because that day he decided to do a crossword puzzle. The last time I stumbled upon these three words, no more than twelve hours later my white a*s was on a pleasure ship arguing with a brisk-bearded boatswain, ocean-blue turtleneck sweater and a breath that smelled like cod and plankton. Moobs was dipped in seal fat ready to dive into a shark cage. He was fed up with his life as a bourgeois provincial without expectations and wanted to sail the seven seas in search of the thrills that turn a boy into a man. A man in tatters shitted by a sha
