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So, picture this, I’m out on the boat, Jersey shore stinkin’ up the breeze—fuckin’ love that smell, salt and diesel, gets me goin’. Lines out, sun’s beatin’ down, and bam! I hook somethin’ huge. Reelin’ it in, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’ I’m gonna be the king of the docks. Then—snap! Line breaks, gone, just like that. That’s whore, baby! Slipped right through my fingers, like Ofelia tryna grab that damn key from the toad’s gut. “This is useless!” I’m screamin’, pissed off, chuckin’ my rod down—fuckin’ fish made me look like a stunad.

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I stroll near the Presque-Isle River. It's glistening at dawn, bro. Feels like you're wading in a movie. Water's as unpredictable as life itself. And you see? It's as raw as my passion, you feel me?

When snowy owls come south, some stop at Presque Isle State Park. Photos through the years