The pier is for fishing

At night people come down to the pier to fish, have some drinks and whatever else. The first time we walked down it we all came to an agreementthat instead of pestering people for money on the streets to buy whatever poison they choose to fuck themselves with, the bums should go fishing on the pier to catch their dinner. All they need to do is somehow get their hands on a fishing line and a whole heap of them could make a day of it.
A few weeks ago we were in the kitchen at the hostel. There is a window in the kitchen which when looking through it shows the alley way that runs alongside the hostel. We were doing our thing then from out of nowhere we here a knock on the window. Its some cackling bum (bums dont laugh, they cackle) holding a fish. He had either caught it or he had stoten it. Either way he was waving it infront of the window trying to impress us. He even did the 'pretend to open the fishes mouth and make it talk' trick.