My brain when I got home today:
I am sweaty and I smell like fish. That's strange, I don't remember going to Jason's mom's house.
Then I laughed at my own joke.
I met two adorable little girls today. They wanted to go fishing in the ocean so their dad took 'em. I got to teach them a thing of two. Which is fucking bizarre to me because two months ago I didn't know how to tie a damn knot in a hook.
Anyway, they caught some King Mackerals and other assorted fish and were dead beat by the time we got back to the harbor. Suddenly, I understood dad's plan. Well played, sir.
And now: I dance!
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