I’d always wanted to learn but never quite made the time. Well, that wasn’t one-hundred-percent true. Part of me didn’t relish the whole Russian roulette aspect of the surfing deal. I didn’t want to be that surfer telling my story on the Discovery channel about how a shark took a chunk out of me because he thought I was a seal. I’d pretend to forgive him because I was “in his home,” all the while secretly wishing I could harpoon his test-biting ass.
