The Sea Truly Cures All Ills

This is it; this is what will kill me. It’s been a good run. I’ve been alive for two wonderful decades. But the hay fever…its power is great, and I have not the strength to resist it. I’m just gonna die here, drained and tired, my nose all itchy, my eyes all itchy, everything…itchy. I will go to my grave itchy, but also cursing the very name of every single lying piece of hay fever medication that promises so much and deliver so very little. Nothing, in fact.

The only relief I get is near the sea, probably because seaweed doesn’t produce pollen. Or at least, if it does, then it doesn’t escape the ocean. Note to self: do not go scuba diving. Still, I think I’ve learned a bit about the fishing industry just by listening. Maybe I could even fit a fishing rod holder, and if I had a fishing rod holder then I could fill it with a fishing rod, and then…well, I’d need a boat. But if I DID have a boat, then I could live my life on the high seas and hay fever would never be able to catch me. I’d catch fish to eat, and maybe come back to shore every now and then for fresh water, and that’d be everything I’d ever need.

The boat is the only issue. Maybe I should come down here a bit more, see where they do all that marine welding I’ve been hearing so much about and see if I can’t scalp a nice boat. Well, not a NICE boat. Obviously it’d be one that someone really messed up, so I’d take it and make it my own and it’d be a heartwarming story that’d fill up my autobiography nicely. ‘Escaping the Fever: The Incredible Tale of One Young Man and the Plate Alloy Boat that Helped Him Escape a Lifetime of Sniffling.’

I WILL have to come back to shore to attend the movie premiere, though…so that sucks.

-Aiden