J.S. Balz writes.
They stare at me in awe of my grandiose presence. When I stand on the chart box to direct the choir, they sing the hoochie woochie with adoring eyes upon the great leader that I am. It feels so good to be stared at. I only wish the nurses ashore would do the same. Sigh.
Kptlt. Johan Sebastian Balz, the Magnificent.
|