Yes, I Am A Pirate Two Hundred

Yes, I Am A Pirate Two Hundred Years Too Late.

I've Always Found Drugs And Alcohol Somewhat Pedestrian. It's Like, I Don't Need An External Agent To Open My Mind. I'm Here, Conscious, Alert, Present. Why Would I Alter That?

Wrinkles Will Only Go Where The Smiles Have Been.

Whether It's A Letter, Song Lyrics, Part Of A Novel, Or Instructions On How To Fix A Kitchen Sink, It's Writing. You Keep Your Craft Honed, You Acquire The Discipline To Finish Things. You Turn Into A Self-taskmaster.

There's A Strange Sense Of Pleasure Being Beat To Hell By A Storm When You're On A Ship That Is Not Going To Sink.