I Don’t Know If I’m Going Fishing Today

I remember saying that right before an empty can of something was thrown at me by my brother or one of the other mechanics working at the local garage. Back when I was 18, I would go on a work binge, and then take time off to loaf and enjoy being young. Mostly I fished.

What I didn't know back then was, telling a bunch of dudes who chose a profession that involved long days under the hoods of hot cars, that I "might go fishing" was absolutely crazy. I was lucky I didn't get a wrench thrown . . .

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