Is this, the definition of to the gills. Gale blew so hard this morning that the Bite me Too boys folded and decided to pursue other game. Myself, I played hooky from other snags and rode my little bike to where the smell suits the nose. The air was salty, fishy and bloody as they all crashed into my legs. I casted and I caught, repeated over and over again. There are times in life when you really appreciate all the practice you’ve put forth. Harness forces outside the body to manifest the dream. To the fucking gills.
Bam. Forces Harnessed.
Hey man, thanks for always leaving a comment. Someday when we meet I’d like to treat you to a good sarsaparilla.