You won't make nothing the day I die. I'll go out fighting and faunching.
When a wave mounds on the outside and takes its shape, a surfer quickly paddles to the peak, positions himself in its evolving momentum, swings his board around, aligns with the peak, and thrusts himself into its cascading shape.
Here we were met by a rugged individual in khaki shorts and football jersey who introduced herself as Panther-in-Chief, the camp mother to whom we could go with all our troubles.
I can't believe it. Elena is my sister's husband's brother's daughter, and her mother is my boyfriend's deceased wife. You... you can't make this stuff up.
