This just about sums me up:
At the beginning of quarantine I started a campaign, that will soon be in my book, for a fly-fishing rod company. Needless to say, I got into it. I bought a rod. After talking to the local fly-fishing shop’s owner for an hour on the state of fishing in Atlanta, I bought all the gear. Whether the fly-fishing community wanted me or not, I was part of their world, with a brand new fishing license and t-shirt to prove it. I loaded up my gear, strapped my bike onto my spare tire just in case I needed to get to any remote streams, and proceeded to back my car over my rod. I never caught a fish, but I still wear the t-shirt.