Training Her To Fish

Guy was unknowingly within earshot.........

There was a sliver of a moon on a dark night......

Best he could figure they must of been high on Meth...........

The abusive man was teaching  her the finer points of how to fish...

Every other word was an expletive ........

Count to five before flipping the bail etc........

and don't loose my chum bag or my 5 gallon pail or my fishing pole........

or you will be in for it........

It apparently was a 4 hour course......

His big bellowing mouth never shut............

Guy guesses  from appearances some women prefer abuse of that sort......?

Its got him remaining stuck in  perplexed..... and  he recalls ,  Nice Guys Finish Last.

This  mans  continual berating condescending ........   ' Do You Understand Me Tone'?


The man's incessant  talking for 4 hours straight ....  led Guy to think  'They' or 'He'  must of been high on Meth........

The icing on the cake was when Guy over heard one of the latter remarks  before he picked himself up shortly after dawn and left,  was....... "You don't have any rights baby, you have to remember that"

The mad mans lectures went on unbelievably  from 3:30 a.m. towards 7 ish in the morning.

The monotony of his unrelenting wretched psychotic babble went on until sun up........

Guy was exhausted from just having to listen and  thought to himself:        'This Fucker Is Nuts'

Out of his skull....... A real piece of Shit!

He was training her on how to fish........ all the while...... The Poor Dear..........

He is apparently not going to shut up either any time soon........

Guy left...........  thinking to himself.......' He is not going to ruin my morning'

Training her to fish..................