A man who is fishing reflects on his life from the darkest corners of his mind.Once upon a time I was fishing away when a man appeared across the creek from me. He sat down on a large rock holding an acoustic guitar. Yes sir! Yes sir! He was wearing all black with a fedora, silver chains around his wrists, his mouth was stretched in a large wide smile that went from ear to ear. A white tie hung down to his waist with gold buttons in the middle. Not a single word was spoken between us and we did not even acknowledged that the other person was there. Something was odd about this man. Yes sir! Yes sir! Butterflies seem to be flying around his head as if they were being pulled in by his gravity. He was an eerie man. I do not even think my twisted mind could make him up. His presence wasn't erotic, but it was a sick pleasure.

A man haunted by nightmares and stress ventures off into the wilderness to face Death."He was the tip of the reaper. The one touch that could end me, pecked to death under a storm of crows." A man is haunted by nightmares of a reaper coming to kill him. He ventures off into the wild to face Death. A flock of crows follow him. One crow is patiently waiting to finish off the man. It's a tale of coming to terms with life and understanding your place in the world in order to be happy. Dedicated to my father.