My longtime friend, Matt lives in Rockwall, Texas.
Besides being a great guy, I am forever in Matt’s debt for a gift he gave me many years ago – Clyde the Fish. Matt stopped by my house one morning on his way to work to visit his brother mark and me. Mark, also a friend of many moons, and I were standing outside smoking a Manually Assembled Relaxation Device (MARD) or, in the vernacular, a joint when Matt pulled up.
M and M had a short conversation that went something like this:
Matt: I am gonna flush that fucking fish I own.
Me (butting in): I’ll take it!
So I did.
I named him Clyde.