They Call Him "noodles"

This is my second attempt at making the blog happen today fellow followers of the blog. Shit up in this peice is just as suck ass as it can be. But i won't dwell on that, today's blog is about a fish named noodles. He wanted to take over the aquarium at the fish hatchery where he had the misfortune to be born. He had his steel fully loaded and was ready to die. He was on his way to hit a lick when it all went down like a plane crash. He was scoping out these homies who wasn't vibing with the way he rolled, which was always deep, half the school inhabiting his massive 800 gallon tank had his back. The homies were radiating that heat, and were willing to cross the line and bring themselves face to face with this world and the next. They made there attempt on the life of noodles. He did what any fish in his position would do and let'em fly. His baby momma at the house waiting for the next batch of there eggs to hatch while she cried thinking about noodles and the next time she saw him, fearing that it would be in the filter suction unit belly up with all the color drained from his long blue fins. However, Noodles had other plans, and getting taken out by some hoe-ass guppies wasn't in the works. His aim was true and his gun was on lock. He hit his lick, bringing in a nice lump sum of about 56,000 sand dollars. Not bad for a fish with no tank mates, just the love of his watery hood and the tetras and the picasomis's that knew what side there bread was buttered on. The next move was to the castle, where the water circulation was always at its best, and the light warmed the water the most. Noodles had never feared any other fish, there were no inhabitants of his tank that made him want to stay in or caused him any amount of distress. The only thing in the back of his mind was the "green phish" It eventually came for them all. He never ever brought it up to the other fish, a few of them had seen it before, but noodles was no fish stick, if they knew nothing of it, they couldn't get on its side and make it come for him. He'd been in the tank longer than the rest of them, and deep down he knew how they would react to knowing that something like the green phish would take them all away one day. He remembered how the tank had always been full to the brim with all sorts of fish and one by one the long tailed green phish with its strange mouth would swoop in and take some one away. The day was acoming and he knew it he just didn't know what to expect once it came for him. This has a been a look into the enigma, that is the mind of the man know as Nikia Jone$.