SAIL AWAY - 2001

    My roommate for the night was a five-foot nothing cholito whose name I wish I could fucking remember.

    He was eighteen and had never seen the ocean even though he lived only eight miles away. 

    Over shitty food we discussed our future, our country; what was right and what was wrong.

    It’s when I decided to not go any further with this fucking military thing and bounced for home.

    The next day, homeboy signed up for the Navy.

    He told me it was because he wanted to see more of the world before he got old or died.

    Because of him, I learned how important it was to be free.

Jonathan R Farrell