Yeah, so last night, going home from work, I get on the subway, only to be confronted by a band of pirates. That’s right, three big sweaty nerdy boys dressed to the nines in pirate gear: big puffy shirts, weird sashes, one of them even had a plastic sword. It was completely and utterly ridiculous. Plus they were older than me. I mean, sure, cool, that you’re like so comfortable with yourself that you like to get dressed up like a pirate, and ride around on the subway like a retard, and probably have the time of your life. But seriously! Come on. I don’t feel like I need to go on and on about this. You know what else is funny, is that they had a girl with them (or is it a wench in this case? not sure). Like what kind of self-respecting girl rides around on the subway with a merry band of porcine pirates? And you know what, I’d even say she was pretty and seemed very nice. Ridiculous though, most likely. I mean, I see myself and my life as being EXTREMELY ridiculous, but I don’t know, it’s done from such a different angle in my case, that I feel like me and the pirates are hailing from very very different, not to mention distant, countries of the imagination. Hm. Imagine that. Imagine a whole country where everyone dressed up like pirates, and that was their whole culture, was to be like fake pirates. And other countries would come there and laugh at them smugly, but the inhabitants of that country didn’t care, because their lives as pretend pirates were so easy and free, full of merry-making and booty-stealing.