The truckers here seem wild, almost feral. Perhaps they have never felt the touch of a man's lips on their penis. I'd like to think that my arriving here was divine intervention, as if it's my duty to bring civilization to these heathens. Either way, I don't intend to leave until I've extracted every dollar and drop of seaman in this godforsaken place.

On a related note, while freshening up in the dollar-bathroom (these places really have the best facilities in the fleet), I was able to pickup a brief signal on my Galaxy II. It seems that Eth has taken a turn for the worse and Net worth dropped by ~60%. I may have to go back to Big Bob for an advance on next month's wages. But I'll know better in a few days...best not to dwell on things outside my control.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3732645&forum_id=2#34216061)