Your dreaming of fighting the "big" one and all the eyes on your rod are falling off.
Your GF asks why the garbage disposal isn't working anymore, you look into it and it's full of beach sand after you've rinsed off your gear.
Your awake a full hour before the alarm clock rings to go fishing.
You pace up and down your driveway at 2:00am with the truck running waiting for your buddy to arrive and he's not even late yet.
Your garage stinks so bad of bait your GF wants to tear it down and rebuild a new one, by herself!
Your GF's mother no longer speaks to you because GF complains about all the hours you spend fishing and not spending time with her.
You convert the second gas tank in your truck into an eel tank and you cut some vacuum line under your hood and make an aerator for it. Truck now won't pass inspection between april and october so you drive with an expired sticker until november.
Cats in the neighborhood keep crapping in the bed of my truck. Must be all the sand?
You swipe a tropical fish from your friends saltwater aquarium to try as bait.
You try to come up with a way to fish and play guitar at the same time.
You go out for sushi with GF and when the seaweed salad arrives you inspect it for the "hatch".
You wonder if some other countries really use kittens as bait.
You rig your potato gun to shoot danny's over 1000 yards with a spool attached to it.
We are a truly sick bunch
