Posted Aug 17th, 2009
One of my catfish, Frost, died the other day. He was about 11 years old, which is pretty good for his species. Frost was the definition of catfish badass. He slept all day, partied all night, and cared about nothing but his boats and hoes. He became a bit withdrawn after being busted and convicted on possession of a controlled substance, but he didn’t let that keep him down.