Let any fish who meets my gaze learn the true meaning of fear, for I am the harbinger of death, the bane of creatures subaqueous. My rod is true and unwavering as I cast it into the aquatic abyss. A man, scorned by this uncaring earth finds solace in the sea.
My only friend - the worm upon my hook, wriggling, writhing, struggling to surmount the pointlessness that permeates this barren world.
I am alone.
I am empty.
And yet,
I fish.

"Do not tell fish stories where the people know you. Particularly, don't tell them where they know the fish." —Mark Twain

“There’s a fine line between fishing and just standing on the shore like an idiot.” —Steven Wright