So I went fishing with my uncle today. It was kinda chill. Woke up super early, headed to this quiet lake. He handed me this old fishing rod and showed me the ropes. Honestly, felt a bit out of my comfort zone at first, but it was pretty relaxing once we got into it. he'd drop some old stories every now and then. It was cool to hear about his younger days. Didn't catch much, but it wasn't really about the fish, you know? More about just hanging and connecting. Kinda nice to take a break from the usual stuff.

But then after a while he took out this bowl and started shitting in it. I assumed it was because there wasn’t a bathroom around but he proceeded to grab a spoon out of his tacklebox and say to me “listen here boy, you’re going to eat this”

I was freaked out but I didn’t want him to get upset so I ate it. I’m tired of this shit.