Day 9 - Lonely Moonshine

It has been a while since my last post and many things have happened that may or may not be the reason for my lack of interest in reporting my activities.

I put on a one-act, one-man play for the sea turtles that periodically visit. It received mixed reviews, and following an "incident" eventually closed down prematurely. As I was standing atop the mountain in the middle of the island, among the totem poles, delivering my best monologue I might add, my mobile rang. It gets excellent reception up there. It’s Lisa; she begins to rave on about how selfish I've been for not answering her calls. I try to explain that I’m stranded on an island somewhere in the Pacific and that I was actually in the middle of performing. She says she’s fed up with my excuses and proceeds to deliver fifty reasons why I’m not the perfect man. I mean, come on! I sensed a lot of self-loathing in her voice. So I calmly told her to love and be at one with herself, but not in those exact words. There was silence. It was nice. Then the tears came. I didn’t get it. I resigned to the fact I may never truly understand the fairer sex. So I set about the one chemistry I do understand, making my own alcohol.

I was amazed at the availability of required parts to make a pretty good still. The hot water urn from first class was the perfect start. Within two days I had my first batch of moonshine. Or turpentine, I'm not sure, but hey! What a kick. My first swig put hairs on my chest, the second burned them all off. I could feel the fire in my toes. It also gets the fire going in seconds. I must admit that the last few days I've spent in a daze, constantly tasting, sampling, refining then tasting again. I've been slaughtered by lunchtime most days.