Smell of the Ocean
God damn polar bears and penguins and shit, how’s a man supposed to play his guitar with all that racket going on out there? And the wind! The whole place is one giant hill, and the wind howls down it without the slightest damn for the god damn blues. I’ve got three cases of whiskey, and sure, that may seem like a lot, but you never know in this kinda place when you’re going to need one of those bottles just to smash open on some rock and stab someone in the face. It’s like that out here. Sure, not many people, but you can’t trust the ones you meet because why the hell would you be in antarctica? Running from the law? Fucked up ex-priest? God knows. Seriously, I’m not messing around, get in there first, don’t let them in the door, you know?
Any way, I’m just saying, three cases, it could be better.