ABSTRACT
To spend my days in transit to fmd a man in every town and see myself as river trout: caught, presumed dead only to make a spectacular leap disappearing in the stream. Nothing new to me: I've been hooked thrown back or escaped more times than I can count and seeing now the trusting face of each past fisherman in every other ... this is my life, this is my goal I want no more than this I wish they all could eat me.
