I had an e-mail in my inbox this morning from a normally verbose friend. It said the following:"Fire. Lots of fire."
The following photos were attached.
This is the second draft of this article. The first drew parallels between the loss of the boat and the loss of innocence. It dove into how we assign meaning to objects based on the memories they've provided us, and how the loss of objects somehow negates these memories. I even went so far as to compare the loss of one's first car to the loss of one's first relationship. It got deep. Too deep. And I realized all people really wanted was to view the wreckage. That's why you rubberneck during traffic jams. That's why you watch the first few episodes of American Idol. We enjoy destruction.
Before we get to the pictures, I will say this; the boat was a centerpiece of this summer for me. I truly enjoyed spending time on it, most recently this past weekend. I can only imagine how devastating the loss is to those who grew up on it; those who owned it. The cause of the fire was due to mechanical failure, not operational failure. Also, I'd like to point out no one was hurt in the ensuing fire, which really is the most important thing in all of this. And without further ado, I give you the salvaging of the Lil "C'.
Before we get to the pictures, I will say this; the boat was a centerpiece of this summer for me. I truly enjoyed spending time on it, most recently this past weekend. I can only imagine how devastating the loss is to those who grew up on it; those who owned it. The cause of the fire was due to mechanical failure, not operational failure. Also, I'd like to point out no one was hurt in the ensuing fire, which really is the most important thing in all of this. And without further ado, I give you the salvaging of the Lil "C'.
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If anybody is wondering how much of this boat is missing, here' s a representative picture of what it was.
http://www.retirecaribbean.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/boat1.jpg
Mr Brightside, sorry for your loss. Glad no-one was hurt, at least physically - I hope the insurance kicks in for you.
I feel very remiss, however, for not having warned you of the curse of Echowood. This used to be a tremendously successful blog, gaining new readers monthly, making thousands in revenue every month, making headlines. And then Adam started writing for us. This was after he'd just left a successful digital marketing company that has since contracted almost to the point of extinction.
I hope you're seeing a pattern here. It's a nightmarish thing, like a freak storm or a biblical plague. Even bringing it up, I know, will only strengthen it's power. But sometimes, you just have to speak out.
Now I must go - I feel the foundation of my house starting to shake.....
This also explains the disapperance of JW's harem.
I knew there was some kind of explanation.
This theory does have some merit. He stopped paddling in KFAC and the donation levels more than quadrupled. It is obvious that he was suppressing the ability of the organization. I've also noticed that his girlfriend wants to have sex with me far less often if he is around.
Do I connect the hose to my muffler and run it into my window, or should I just take the plunge off the George Washington Bridge?
Not the Bridge. You'll break it.
Hell no, Echo. That's so common-place... so amateur.
You deserve a shockingly episode, with all the pomp and circumstance, live on TV and very dramatic. A guy who describes a simply weekend in a text Bible-sized, deserves more than just be found dead.
Let's wait for commenter suggestions... I think we can come up with something better than this.
... and here I was going to off myself in grand style today.
Thanks for stealing my one, last chance at 15 minutes and a spotlight, Echo.
Tim, I'm comfortable waiting until after the finale of Lost if you want to go ahead.
Echo, my friend. I thank you for your kindness and suicidal blessings.
Are you polling us for creative suicide methods? Maybe you can ask Anna David is she has any pics of herself in a string bikini. Or video.