being on a carpfishing high (having winkled on out) is like trippin on mushrooms - you go on with it, fascinated, eyes widened - only to find out the next day that you haven´t cracked it all, that you don´t know all the secrets, that maybe there aren´t any secrets after all, that really you don´t know shit. but just like shrooms it´s fun - if you don´t overdo it....
if carpfishing as a whole is shroomish, then tackle tartism is like blow. it makes you feel like a big shot, invincible, ready to take on the big girls. but just like coke, flash tackle won´t automatically have the big girls climbing up the line, it´s all smoke and mirrors, flash bizzaz, plus it rips a hole in your budget. still, just like powder, tackle tartism is fun if you don´t overdo it....
could it be that there is a pattern emerging? can i actually see something out my dry, swollen red eyes? up until recently, i haven´t.
nothing exceeds excess. this boorowed line was my credo thinking that somehow this would elevate me from mediocracy. overdoing it was the whole point, crossing boarders, laughing at the guards, taking a huge dump on their good advice, wiping my ass on their uniforms - only to find out that past the boarders, a carp is still a carp is still a carp is still a carp - and mediocracy can´t be cheated by mediocre punchlines and luke warm liquid xtc.
so what to do? settle for merely average results? real commitment? heroin? crack? straight edge? marriage even?
i don´t know but i´ve decided to find out.
so if you see me on the bank in a swim next to you, don´t fucking dare to cast over into my water or i´ll go all joe pesci on you - the "casino" joe pesci that is, not the "kevin home alone" joe pesci i might add, cuz my balls are starting to grow back again. so beware, fuckers!
whatever you do, do it sensibly!
