This right here is one of the reasons I LOVE fishing from a kayak. Even if you’re getting skunked something like this can happen. I’m a lover of the life of leisure. (remember that Luscious Jackson song?) I would thrive on a perminent vacation. It’s one of my strongest qualities. I really shine when I’m on vacation. Wake up, fish til lunch maybe. Go out somewhere or have lunch at the house. Maybe go to the beach for the afternoon. Barbeque up some dinner with a cold beer.

But no. I’ve got flourescent lights and a computer machine in front of me instead. A nice balance is good though. I do get out more than a lot of people. I just need to live closer to the beach. If it was 20 minutes away instead of an hour it would change the whole deal.

I lived in San Diego for 6 or 7 months about 5 years ago. My apartment was right by the beach. I was broke, my job sucked. I only had a few friends there and they all worked 9 to 5’s. I worked weekends so I’d miss a lot of cool stuff that was going on. I had some really good times there but overall it was one of the darker periods of my life.

And then a few years later I learn that my old pal Sideways was living there the entire fucking time. We had lost touch for a few years and I didn’t know where he was. We’ve been friends since we were kids but lost touch when I moved to San Francisco. That was in the olden days before everybody had the cell phones and most social networking occurred in real life.

But life is funny. If I had known he was there I might not have moved back to San Francisco. And if I hadn’t moved my son would have never been born. And if my dad didn’t punch out Biff the night of the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance I would disappear and Biff would bang my mom. It’s all so confusing. I just want to go fishing.

ALLLL ABOARD!! Oh yeah, wait. It’s just me.