Great Brown

I wish I were a Great White Shark.

Alas, I am a Mexican American:

but that's cool, vato.

One day, I will strap some O2 to my back and jump into a flimsy wire cage and chum the cold North American waters near the Farallon Islands. I will leap wholeheartedly into the dark waters and come face to face with my one true love:

i luv u i luv u i luv u

Speaking of the Farallon Islands, this book is a true account of a Treasure Island-esque adventure by a lucky little duck. I had to hide the book from myself because I kept reading it over and over, inserting myself into all the deliciously scary parts. So jealous.

So: Anyone wanna join me in my venture to kiss a GWS on the gills? Justin refuses go any further than the deck of the boat, and then he remains convinced that his sole responsibility will be to bring my slightly chewed body back to Arizona.

Love ya, ya land-lubbers!

t.