Things I Overheard While Talking to Myself #9 (Count your blessings, Fishing with Captain Know Fish, America’s ass)

Count your blessings 1) The woman was in her late 60's when she died in her small apartment. She had left a trail of bodily fluids from the sofa in the living room to the bathroom where she was found dead sitting on the toilet. She was only found on the same day she died... Continue Reading →

Captain Know Fish (Part 1)

A bad day at fishing is nearly as good as a good day doing just about anything else. - Me When I was real young I would sit with my dad on the old pier (the old causeway bridge)  at South Padre Island, Texas and watch the tip of our fishing rods. That was, as... Continue Reading →

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