gone fishing

when i was a boy...i went fishing with my father...my brother...and some guy named parker...it was a fine day...suddenly...three shots rang out...followed by the words..."jesus h. christ"...parker was shooting at the fish...and it scared the crap out of me...next scene...i ran away from a baptist church and they called the cops...easily found...the officer took me for a drive around the city and bought me candy...point...we will make impressions upon people...it is up to decide what kind of impression we make...luv stu