INFLUENCERS ON THE NORTH ISLAND OF NEW ZEALAND
From Princes to Kingz
A transcript of a recent conversation with my two new flyfishing buddies, Ariki and Jackson. They are 15 years old. They are obsessed.
Jackson: “King, so are you like the top 10 flyfishermen in Wellington?”
Ben: “Easy as. Top five, no question.”
Ariki: “Do you think you’re better than Andrew Harding?”
B: “Andrew who?”
J: “Oooo, that’s aura. You think you’re better than TroutboyNZ?”
B: “Boys, I have no idea who TroutboyNZ is, but wait till you meet my mate Miles.”
A: “I bet you Andrew Harding’s got aura.”
J: “King, do you think you have aura?”
B: “Of course I’ve got aura.”
A: “How much aura do you have?”
B: “I’ve got more aura in my casting hand than most people have in their whole bodies.”
J and A: “Ooooh! Aura! Riz king! Legend!”
B: “Just kidding. Six-seven, six-seven.”
J and A: “Ohhh shiittt! No way!”
B: “By the way, Jacko, why are you always mewing like sigma? And Ariki, even though your name means ‘high chief,’ you’re just a tiny flyfishing prince.”
J: “Ohhh! Aura!”
B: “You’re both skibbity-as little flyfishermen who fish in Crocs and should just go back to Ohio, where you belong!”
A: “Bro! How do you know all this brain rot?”
B: “Boys, I’m still a 16-year-old kid in a 36-year-old’s body. My generation invented brain rot, anyhow. You ever hear of AOL Instant Messenger?”
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