Mike from Camping Pt. 3

My imagination was not focused on the ignorance of Mike's racism. As a seventy-five-year-old Vietnam veteran, Mike's mind wouldn't be changed. I was most interested in what else besides brown tobacco juices and black remarks would come out of this man's mouth. Could his words paint a brighter color? I hoped so and before I could continue to find out, Mike had declared, "I'm bored. I want to go fishin'. I ain't never have anyone to go fishin' with. I want to go fishin' with someone." I understood the proclamation, grabbed my rod, and we went fishing.