An old sailor sat in his favorite watering hole nursing a beer, whe in walked a young kid dressed in leather with studs, and rings sticking out of his eyebrows, lips ears and cheeks, and hair standing up in spikes of blue, green yellow and pink. The old salt stared open mouthed. "What are ya starin at ya old fart?" the teenager snarled. "Sorry," murmered the old sailor." It's just that when I was a wild youn man, like you on my first trip overseas,I screwed a parrot on a dare, and I thought that you might be my son."