Stellar Jay Croaks A Captain’s Rocking Recrudescence

Dear Debauched Passengers on the High Seas,

Due to the tropical strait foreigner, we will condone high (expletive deleted) window-dressers. And for your pleasure sailors will flog the poppets. All viewing galleries will be closed after aforementioned floggings. Please wear your clogs or a pair will be provided for you. Also, we highly recommend that you bring your ballet muss and fuss inside until we provide the strait passwords.

Now take your battle stations.

Thank you.

What I’m Reading:

“I don’t write so much now, I’m getting on to 33, pot-belly and creeping dementia. Sold my typewriter to go on a drunk 6 or 7 years ago and haven’t gotten enough non-alcoholic $ to buy another. Now print my occasionals out by hand and point them up with drawings (like any other madman). Sometimes I just throw the stories away and hang the drawings up in the bathroom (sometimes on the roller).”

— Charles Bukowski / On Writing