Never, Ever, get out of the boat...


I believe that line is from Apocolypse Now, when the guy goes searching for mangos and runs into the tiger. Sometimes life is just like that. Sometimes more than not my life is like that. Like when recently, I inadvertantly locked myself out of a hotel room in my underwear setting the room service tray outside the door. Or the time I swam off from the group and found myself surrounded by a dozen or so maneating sharks in Fiji. Possibly even the times I've been just lost in thought and somehow managed to wander into some of the worst parts of New York, Detroit, South Central Los Angeles and Miami. I really should learn to pay more attention to my surroundings. Many moons ago, when I was way too young to know any better, I even found myself in the middle of an anti-American, pro-Communist rally in Italy during the Cold War. A week after that somehow managed to pick the worst camping spot of all time - between Italian troops and the Red Brigade when they attempted a coup. No wonder my mother always worries about me. I don't think I'm really naive, more just oblivious to the consequences of not paying attention. My guardian angel must suffer migraines of immese proportions. Perhaps by writing this down it will act as a memory aid, kinda like saying something 3 times in a row. Never get out of the boat, never get out of the boat, never get...