Hole in My Life #2

In the middle of the book Jack is on the boat carrying the hash from the Virgin Islands, through the tropics, to New York. I can relate to when he wrote about how boring life on a boat can be because, I spent a week on a boat sailing around the Bahamas this summer, and most of the time we had sails up and were headed in one direction, while the winds never drastically changed. So we mostly just sat on deck staring in to the horizon trying to find our destination. We, just like Jack would feel like days and time would melt into each other, you would feel like it should be noon because the sun is so bright and hot, but it turns out to be four in the afternoon.