the fishing moon is wonderous

waking in the furnace that is lake mead even in fall, in september full moon,
the fishing moon is wonderous. but i wasn't there to just fish, no, it is never that simple for a fisherman, and for fly fisherman you multiply the impediments triple fold, no, i was running, from business hassles and financial worries. running fast.
"no direction at all" as mr. dylan said. all prophesy that dylan. coming to vegas to rest up like bugsy did.looking for the last of the west, prospecting the last gold, the last vein to pan out, swirl the grains from the sand.

my first meeting with fat marty wasn't a meeting and it wasn't a job interview. didn't want no job. didn't want work.
unless both involved me fishing. just fishing. the creek fight, the business fight. well, they bring ya down.
keep ya from fishing. and it was an election year. painfull, but true. i thought i was immune from politics and the shills out front hawking their wares and out spinsoundbiting each other...
they all sound like clones, especially in front of a crowd...

"helllllllllllllllloooooooooooooooooooooo. testing? is this on? tap tap. i am so glad
to be here tonigh............t. good to see so many of you come out on such a bad night as
this. barely made it myself. came up the north coast road. the curves there are terrible. i
never could shift well with a martini in my hand. and the fuzzy dice dancing in front of my
eyes and the damn dog in the back window with his head bobbin back and forth, god i
almost puked. but seriously folks i am sooooooooo glad to be here. no shit, oops did i
say that? sorry uh {muffled laugh, with back of hand.} sorry its just that i am so damn
proud of standing in front of you all tonight. the night before the momentous day of
possibilities that lays before us in the next four years. yes, my fellow americans, and i use
that term loosely.....naw it's just a joke now.....take it easy, no harm done.....hehe.....its
just that through these dark glasses i can barely make you all out. you're just a blur. trust
me. and you know you can. i have read the polls and surveys just hours old and they all
indicate 64% of you believe my bullshit....i know i did it again.....sorry.......really...i won't
do it again. is this on? anyway tonight is the night. the road to history is a ride to the future and i am the driver and i got the map. most of you out there (43 %) are just glad to
be here participating in the democratic process and are awed by lots of balloons. well
remember i was the one who brought you those balloons. and you hat people. without me
you would have none of those fine made in america hats and banners you are waving at
me. give yourselves a big hand. come on. (clapping with them, hands over head) yes, our
finest hour is at hand. the white house is our new home. we bought it. and paid for it. big
time. and if someone here would give me a ride over there i will move in. and remember
that if i raise my hands like this in the peace gesture and smile like a fool that 22 % of you
will clap and stand up and yell loudly. (does gesture) (crowd responds with 32%) (because they love the attention of being talked about from the podium) ..........so i say to you the
(fill in congregation, auditorium, convention) the freedoms we have all fought for, me in
my way and you in your small way, now are culminating in the page of time as the shining
light on the hill, the big rutabaga, oops sorry i meant uh the big house, ah white house and
uh uh anybody got a refill for this........ah.....just a second.........be right back i need ice in
this.................norma.....norma......norma.......... (walks aimlessly around the
stage......exit stage left............................