In four hundred words or
less, this is what happened form early adolescence until now: I broke out of
the grip of Catholicism and made it through adolescence without killing myself
in a car. I flunked out of college. I learned to play the guitar, lived on the
beach, lived in the French Quarter, finally got laid, and didn't go to Viet
Nam. I got back into school, started a band, got a job on Bourbon Street, graduated
from college, flunked my draft physical, broke up my band, and went out on the
road solo. I signed a record deal, got married, moved to Nashville, had my guitars
stolen, bought a Mercedes, worked at Billboard Magazine, put out my first album,
went broke, wrecked the Mercedes, got divorced, and moved to Key West. I sang
and worked on a fishing boat, went totally crazy, did a lot of dope, met the
right girl, made another record, had a hit, bought a boat, and sailed away to
the Carribean. I started another band, worked the road, had my second and last
hit, bought a house in Aspen, started spending summers in New England, got married,
broke my leg three times in one year, had a baby girl, made more records, bought
a bigger boat, and sailed away to St. Barts. I got seperated from the right
girl, sold the boat, sold the house in Aspen, moved back to Key West, worked
the road, and made more records. I rented an apartment in Paris, went to Brazil
for Carnival, learned to fly, went into therapy, quit doing dope, bought my
first seaplane, flew all over the Carribean, almost got a second divorce, moved
to Malibu for more therapy, and got back with the right girl. I worked the road,
moved back to Nashville, took off in an F-14 from an aircraft carrier, bought
a summer home on Long Island, had another baby girl. I found the perfect seaplane
and moved back to Florida. Cameron Marley joined me in the house of women. I
built a home on Long Island, crashed the perfect seaplane, lived through it
thanks to Navy training, tried to slow down a little, woke up one morning and
I was looking at fifty, trying to figure out what comes next.
Jimmy Buffett,
1998 from A Pirate Looks at Fifty.
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