On Sunday, I booked a spot on a fishing boat to go 15 miles out in the ocean fishing for salmon.
The day started early in the morning. So early in fact, I had to skip the Burner Birthday Party I was dying to go to.
As it turned out, I stayed up late sexting He Who Shall Not Be Named.
So bright and early at 4:30 am I rolled out of bed and drove my sleepy ass to Santa Cruz to go fishing.
I was sure I would catch nothing seeing as how all previous times I’ve gone out fishing I’ve caught nothing.