Yesterday, I drove up to Blindman’s Pond. It sure is pretty up there. It’s kind of hard to find, but once you’re there, it’s like nothing you’ve ever seen. There was nobody up there, but me and the fish. It was quiet, too. Fish don’t make much noise. I love it up there, don’t you? Quiet as a grave. Nobody up there, but me and the fish. Oh, and those two snotty nosed kids. But I showed them. I showed them who’s boss. They won’t be bothering any more old men who just want to get away and do a little fishing. They thought they were so smart. BB guns. Sure, BB Guns.
Hey, I know what you’re thinking. You’re always thinking. I know you. You’re thinking, a Dogfish’s bark is a lot louder than its bite. Right? See, I told you. I know what you’re thinking. But this time, you’re wrong.
Grey Sparrow Journal 