boatsnobs. granchii.

i am proud to have grown up on the water.
the ship 'next wave' is a good ship. she is from sweden and needs painting. a little rust running down the sides just like i like em. i almost got to go up in the crows nest tonight after sunset but my long red skirt prevented me. i ate dinner with everyone below deck and swam for about an hour. under the water you can see nothing but color and your hands in rhythm outstretched in front of you, a beautiful illuminated color of brown, yellow, surrounded by blue lime green, koolaid that didnt get stirred well enough. if you open your eyes by the boat when the light is just right you can see her huge hull underwater and a hint of what may be the anchor chain splitting off at a steep downward diagonal into the unknown seven meters, thirty feet down. a real ship has two anchors.
i found some boat snobs. they are akin to the roadbike snobs in lex. boat hipsters. they say a boat without sails is just a floating piece of metal. they think they are really cool.


manfo is from ghana. and he is black as coal. he cant swim but he will if i ask him to. he wears a lifejacket and we teach him how to kick and float.
he doesnt understand white people named darko because it is the last name of many darkskinned folk in ghana. he caught two crabs that crawled on the side of the boat. who knows where the hell they came from, she was floating in the middle of the bay. they pinched him but he said he didnt care. in ghana he would stick his hand way down in their tunnel in the sand and catch big ones. he says they would bite me but i would say i am going to eat you. and he did.