How It Started
I was feeling down, depressed. My life seemed to be bouncing from one thing to another, like a pinball machine. No matter how often or hard I pressed the flippers, things kept slipping away, disappearing down the hole to nowhere. A string of setbacks had me questioning everything. My Love Boat was in dire need of repairs. I hadn’t been laid in a month of Sundays. I was docked in a half-assed marina in process of rebuilding after back-to-back hurricanes. I was in a bad way and needed a change. So I took hold and got my Love Boat in shipshape condition. I decided to weigh anchor and head off for parts unknown. A change of scenery, new and different places and, most importantly, some willing sex partners. I was in a dry spell, only …