“Hey, Wilson,
bring ur pole over here.
Fish w/ me”
As Wilson sat down,
“U get our note?”
w/o “breakin’ stride” – I was baiting my hook –
and under my breath,
“Uh huh.”
But before I could tell ‘im I didn’t have a chance to read it,
Lady Ashley strolled over.
Then abruptly to our right,
“Got one.”
One of Rossi’s men had hooked one already.
“Me too,” Another one said.
“C’mon Wilson, we gotta get our lines in the water.”
“I guess so.”
“C’mon Wilson.” Lady Ashley chimed in.
BSOT
Ian
me, the Dalai Lama & Jack Nicholson 