We can't ride in the boat. The boat is gone, sold, and the sun gives no warmth at all, I never cared about the boat or anything, just, being there, you were my only person, more than a brother, a friend, ..you loved to fish..I hate "fishing"..I always let them go, I never liked the fish, or when the motor died and we had to use my oars I thankfully was smart enough to bring, yeah, our shitty boat you purchased from your stupid coworker, the turd guy who tried to give me his jacket when it was raining and I said it was cold, he wore it while working in sludge, fucking weirdo, I will never forget that guy, he was like 6 foot 7, a giant, had black ants on his jacket, haha. But it's stuff like that, that's how your heart breaks. It's not death, it isn't, death is death, it's the living parts that you remember that hurts the most. That's what hurts, all of you who wanna open it up and look inside, go ahead and look, sink your fucking teeth in, chew it up and leave.