A long shadow is cast across the sand.
There is a new old man in town, and he’s gunning for fish.
His face is set like flint towards the sea. He is well-equipped.
His rod is long, and he knows how to use it.
No more working.
No more sleeping.
No more social events.
No more bathing and changing the underwear.
No more long nights without a fish by his side.
No excuses.
Let’s fish.