Maybe in another life, when or if we see each other again, I’ll take you fishing at night. By that time, we will have nothing to worry about. I’ll pack your cigars, I’ll bring mine along and we’ll be off sailing before you know it. Under the wide night sky, as you know I sneak in three bottles of Merlot. We’ll be too drunk to catch a fish, I will be vast asleep on your shoulder.
In another life, if we ever see each other again.