Well it's not a literal description of my life, but as metaphors go it's a pretty good one. "Don't know the reason..." for lots of things, and there are lots of things about which I "...don't have a clue...". But most importantly, even though I would like to blame a woman, or maybe even more than one, I have known for a long time that whatever it is that brought me to my current situation (which is not all that bad, by the way), "It's my own damn fault".
So while I don't play the six-string and I'm more likely to grill a steak than boil some shrimp, I still feel pretty much like that guy lost in Margaritiville, except that I'm already back home (I never left) and it's bourbon that "helps me hang on" (but I do love a Margarita every now and then) so I don't have to look for the salt (which I'm supposed to avoid anyway). Maybe I should get a tattoo, though - I'll have to think about that. Maybe I should learn to play the guitar, too. (Not to worry, I'll never do either one.)
Here's another difference between me and Jimmy Buffett: I have more hair left. Petty, I know, but it's all I got - I take my victories where I find them.
OK, now play the video again - it's the only reason I posted this piece but it makes it worthwhile, don't you think?
Bonus feature: Here's another video of the song, including the "lost verse". If this doesn't leave leave you smiling, well I probably wouldn't like you anyway.