catching a being(a person more or less) caught in the in between pushed to the unknown will devour every devious, dashing, *****, damaged, derogatory thought in your mind but then in the end you're nothing more than casual closet acquaintances and you've come to realize they never really tasted it at all just fed it to the dog and you laugh to yourself you're going to catch one again but fishing isn't that fun after the eighteenth time with nothing to show for it but another drink but as they say, Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.