LONELY DAY

The Gulf of Morbihan

Not much going on around here today. The weather was too bad to do any fishing, so here I am alone in the cabin with Charley and Thomas. We've been here all day long, kind of sitting around, keeping warm.

During times like these, I tend to do a lot of thinking about the past and about how I got here. Introspection, if you will. Oftentimes I consider human existence. Being here by myself, without the company of others, I feel like I am experiencing my life completely on my own terms. While that is what I prefer most of the time, it's nice to have other people around once in a while. The problem is that this place is SO damned isolated it becomes a chore to go to where other people are, and heaven knows they don't really have a reason to come out here and see me. So... (imagine drum roll here)

I am pleased to introduce you to my imaginary friend Jay. Because he is imaginary, I am unable to include a photo of him, but I can tell you about him. From what I can see of Jay, he is about 6'2", about 300 pounds, has long, curly black hair with a beard and mustache, a large gut, and usually wears a yellow raincoat and hat and black rubber boots. He tells me a fisherman. He also tells me Thomas is dead, and that's why Thomas smells so bad. Jay likes to laugh about my "pet cat head", but I don't listen to everything he says. What I like best about Jay is that he never argues with me, he comes to my house when I invite him, he never refuses a drink, and I always beat him at cards. Sometimes he brings his girlfriend Annie, too.

Anyway, more on Jay later. I have to go take Charley outside again. I think he is losing weight from all the vomiting.