Post by Kenta Meinkun (The Codfather) on Dec 13, 2018 18:20:02 GMT -4
Now, you're probably wondering why me, the big purple cat man, am currently not roaming the alleys of Tokyo. There's a very simple reason for that. Ever since I was a kid, at least once a month my old man would bring me out to the mountains to fish. That's when I discovered my love for the art of fishing. The swaying of the string in the gentle waters of a calm lake remind me of the peace that I long for every single day. But enough thinking, time for fishing.
I walk out from the bus, arriving at my favorite location. There's a nice breeze today, and I could smell the sap flowing from each and every tree. Walking down the road, through the variety of asphalt, I found a beautiful alcove. The shade was perfectly covering a nice grey rock that was just touching the shoreline. So, taking out my gear, I plopped down, and began to fish.
"I wonder how Dad's doing these days."
I often times wondered to myself about that when I went on this trips as an adult. Ever since I left the detention center, I've never seen my parents. While I don't miss my mother as much, my father was someone I already missed even when I was a child. He was always busy, always working, always doing... Like a normal father would I suppose. I still wish he was around more often back then, but I can't really ask for much. He taught me so many things about life, so many things that I only understand now. Ugh, why am I getting so sentimental today, back to fishing.
"Wait... where'd the line go?!"
In a flash my fishing pole had disappeared! I was in shock. That fishing pole belonged to my father! It was one of the last things he gave to me! I couldn't afford to lose it. So I swam into the lake, my buoyancy keeping me afloat despite my build. But by the time I had even gotten into the lake, it was too late. I had not only lost the pole, but I also got myself lost. So I swam to the closest area of shore as possible, and now, sitting there disappointed, I decided to just lay down and look at the clouds.
"Kenta... you're a god damn idiot."
I walk out from the bus, arriving at my favorite location. There's a nice breeze today, and I could smell the sap flowing from each and every tree. Walking down the road, through the variety of asphalt, I found a beautiful alcove. The shade was perfectly covering a nice grey rock that was just touching the shoreline. So, taking out my gear, I plopped down, and began to fish.
"I wonder how Dad's doing these days."
I often times wondered to myself about that when I went on this trips as an adult. Ever since I left the detention center, I've never seen my parents. While I don't miss my mother as much, my father was someone I already missed even when I was a child. He was always busy, always working, always doing... Like a normal father would I suppose. I still wish he was around more often back then, but I can't really ask for much. He taught me so many things about life, so many things that I only understand now. Ugh, why am I getting so sentimental today, back to fishing.
"Wait... where'd the line go?!"
In a flash my fishing pole had disappeared! I was in shock. That fishing pole belonged to my father! It was one of the last things he gave to me! I couldn't afford to lose it. So I swam into the lake, my buoyancy keeping me afloat despite my build. But by the time I had even gotten into the lake, it was too late. I had not only lost the pole, but I also got myself lost. So I swam to the closest area of shore as possible, and now, sitting there disappointed, I decided to just lay down and look at the clouds.
"Kenta... you're a god damn idiot."
