My buddy’s got a pond just across the way from his house. He rolls a canoe up a path and across the street and takes his son fishing for pickerel, bass, bluegill, sunnies…all the panfish a kid or repressed adolescent could want. We loaded into the canoe and paddled off our hangovers and the Slam breakfast, but all I got to show for it is this grainy picture of a little yellow perch. Hit like a sonofabitch, I tell you.