I mean I don't think I'm alone when I look at the homeless person or the bum or the psychotic or the drunk or the drug addict or the criminal and see their baby pictures in my mind's eye. You don't think they were cute like every other baby?
The 6th of August in the morning we saw an opening in the land and we ran into it and anchored in 7 and a half fathom water 2 miles from the shore clean sand.
