I'm out on my daily walk with Olga when I come across two homeless men. One staggers to the guardrail where he very adeptly finds a good seat on one of the support posts. He begins fidgeting in his pocket, pulling out a plastic bag, inside of which was a small paper bag. By the time I reach him he has pulled his treasure out and begun smoking it. It is the small remainder of a blunt with a very odd smelling pot. I say hello and he grunts back to me.
Up ahead is his friend, apparently so drunk that even leaning against the rail seems to be a task in itself. He is looking into the creek which passes under the road. As I pass he says, "If I had a fishing pole I'd be getting all kinds of fish!"
"Yeah?" I reply, "That would be nice."
"I'm for real!" He exclaims, standing upright and nearly losing his footing in the process. " I took a picture of a fish the other day! Come back and see!"
And for some reason I turned around and walked back to him. As I approach, he turns away from me, reaching into his pocket in manner as if to conceal its contents. He withdraws a large, very nice smartphone. I am shocked, to say the very least, as I look back and forth between his smart phone and the large rip in the side of his filthy jeans that reveals half his leg as well as all of his red boxers.
Into his phone he types a 10 digit code, opens his pictures and plays a video. The location is exactly where we are currently standing, and from the trash in the creek it appears to have been shot within the past few days. Out of seemingly nowhere swims the largest fish I may have ever seen.
"Holy shit..." I mutter "You weren't fucking kidding! That fish is gigantic. Holy shit. Why don't you make a rod?"
He smiles at me knowingly. "I thought about it, and I tried to get down near the creek. But I heard footsteps. Let me tell you...there's creatures in them woods and I ain't messin' with 'em. I know better than that."
"What kind of creatures?" I ask.
"Well I ain't seen 'em, but I know it ain't foxes and it ain't people. But it is something in between." And then he shot upright once more, spinning around to depart leaving with these parting words, "Take it easy, man! I'm trying to eat! Not get eaten!"
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