Who am I telling lies if I say that I don't miss him sometime? I still have him in my mind. Before my eyes. His voice always lingers in my ears.
I went to the port, trying to invoke some of our memories here. I recalled the moment when I asked him about some random engineering questions, and when sometimes he played dumb giving me wrong answers because I was always be delighted if I knew that I knew better than him.
And I still remember that I asked him who owned this drilling rig. He definitely did not have the answer. He did not know. I love being victorious.
It's Transocean's SEDCO 703.