So for weeks YP has been yammering on about his famous Central Park fishing spot. This secret spot that the world doesn’t know about and the carp flock instinctively like the salmon of the Capistrano. Me and Kev are pretty indoorsy folks, he didn’t earn the nickname “Couch” by accident and my mom didn’t use to literally force me outside by throwing me out the door like a bouncer for nothing.

But guess what? We went to this famed secret spot (it literally has a path leading to it and gaggles of school children gather there, there’s a gazebo nearby and you can see the street). We tried to survive in the wilderness and we did just fine, but it did nothing to change my mind about being team indoors. YP waxed poetic about the peacefulness, about the solitude and the scenery. Look, I don’t hate those things, I just like Netflix more.