Fishing used to be a hobby of mine. Yes, used to be. That was until the darkest day in the history of my life - September 6th 1991 - the day that little white girl stole my fish. It all started like this:
It was the day after my forth birthday, and the day prior i had told my dad i wanted to go fishing for my birthday. See in my family we never really exchanged gifts - we just got to do something fun of our choice - which in my case was every other year because i had to take turns with my twin sister. [sidenote- just because two people are twins, that doesnt mean the want to share everything] But back to the fishing trip.
I woke up that september 6th morning, got on my favorite green shirt, some jeans, and my all white Forces (shoes). Ill skip forward to the lake though.
At the lake i was fishin a little ways away from my dad, and thats when it happened. I felt a tug on my line and knew i had a big fish on my line. [I dont fish with a bobber on my line because those are for no good wussies.] But I reeled that fish in, got it off the hook, and put it on a stick so i could go show my dad, and thats when this white girl showed up and said "hey there boy, Im Molly. WOW thats a nice fish you got there.... can i see it" Yet i was only four, i knew i was a pimp and the little white girls loved my style.
So i let her see the fish. Once it was in her hand she took off running around the lake.
I was more eager to get my fish back then G.W. Bush is to pull our troops out of Iraq.... well i guess that wouldnt make me very eager at all... but i chased her all the way around the lake until my dad stopped us. I told him that she stole my fish and he just laughed and told me to quit being so mean and to go stand next to her and get a pic with my new friend. I obeyed because had i not, I'd a been whooped.
Still to this day i have nightmares about lettin that white girl see my stick.......with the fish on it!
