allenb

Woke up this morning under the pier.  No clue as to what transpired the last 48 hours...or what pier...only artifacts are a Nun's habit, a mop and lobster, cooked, buttered, one claw missing.  There are bottles with something written in Spanish on the label, but they're all empty, the bastards!!

I was beset a few moments ago by a group of Seagulls, they were after my lobster.  Fortunately, I fended them off the mop.  "Leave my date alone!"  I shouted.  Brigands!  Varlets!  This town is full of maniacs... whatever town this is. 

Then there's the fact I now have an eye patch...