Hello? "Do you have a hitch on your truck?" Yeah. "Want to go fishing?" Yeah! See you in forty minutes. That alright? "That's perfect, see you in a bit." Later.
On Friday I went gold panning. When I got back to town my phone began buzzing with texts. All of the messages were saying to come to a friends house to hang before he leaves fishing for the season. So I go there, drink a beer; body dead from labor, I lounge. As I was … Continue reading I May Not Be Mr. Right (rambling, unedited)