You only miss me when I'm gone
You only look for me when I'm not there

Captain, my captain

The late Saturday shift is THE WORST. No one buys any wine after 8, except for Mr Blowhard Snootypants, or drunken white zin girls. So I hung out in the warehouse and stared at the wall o'rum--right next to the wall o'crown.
God, they couldn't have made those Captain Morgan boxes an uglier color scheme. Orange, red and white. If you look at them like a Magic Eye, you'll go blind.
I've never had a captain, and I don't think I've ever been a captain.