One does not discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time.
Well, everything started in the 18th century, amidst the Amazonian jungle, where I was selling opium for food... No, let me start again. In 1856, I was a well-known explorer on his way to one of the most dangerous expeditions ever to the Antarctic. Wait a minute, that's not it... I was a punk rocker in the 70's, but eventually I fell into that infernal limbo of rock, booze and drugs... So much I missed out on the sex.;)
Anyways, I'm really a sensitive guy (I practice boxing) with a big heart (and I got the X-rays to prove it), with an open mind (uuhhh, disgusting) and I'm concerned with