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Gee, give Tattoo the soapbox and he goes and twists all the facts around…you running for office Tattoo.
Let me set the record straight. First, it’s Tattoo that seems to reel in the freekazoids. I’ve been to a number of infamous striper hot spots before and all I usually see is the procession of red-eyed anglers making their way up and down the coast…sure there are some gnarly dudes mixed in…but when I’m with Tattoo, the wackos are everywhere. One night we encountered superman…a frail lad who was being consoled on the rocks at the Weekapaug breachway. He was sporting a T-shirt with a giant superman logo on the back. It appeared as though he had a bad experience with a mountain of Kryptonite. Then there were the young girls in love at the overlook, the painter in the fog and finally, the guy who was, “Waiting for my ship to come in!” Tattoo, is must be the smelly jelly cologne you splash on or it’s the smell of freshly turned wood mixed with turpentine.
Hope you had the Great Pumpkin! Now go fishing! There’s plenty of time to play with your wood when the snow starts to fly.
Mike
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