4.5/5 
 Friday Brown is the fishing lure to my fish nature. It drops in to my sight, sunlight refracting everywhere, and as it's slowly reeled in, it draws me out, slowly, slowly, and then in a moment, I bite out of curiosity and it doesn't let go. I thrash and thrash but it holds onto me, holds onto my emotional core and doesn't let up. I'm reeled in, then unable to breathe. Then I'm suddenly dropped back into the water, relieved but still battered. (Let's just say I'm a fish with a human's memory.) 
 Hey, analogies... why you gotta be so ridiculous?