Yeah, I'm going fishing for a while.
A long while.
Stocking up with bait, beer and ice, 2 rifles and a .44 magnum, (sharks can be frisky), a varied collection of CDs, a box of cigars, food for a week, extra batteries, a brunette with daddy issues and a redhead with feet on one end and fire on the other.
Screw reality. No TV, no radio and no phone.
I hope to find paradise, but if not? Who gives a ****.
No drug can give me what I'm fixing to do.
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