The ocean aint my thing.
I got surfers tellin me all day long, “you are an idiot”. All good. Call me whatever the fuck you want.
But know this.
As a “landlocked” person there is absolutely ZERO chance of me becoming a straight up afternoon snack-playtoy for a 6 thousand pound fish with approximately 634 sharpened KNIVES for teeth.
And while you are on a surfboard, EXACTLY imitating this monsters “snack of choice” for hours, so you can maybe get your spine snapped by a wave or thrown into a coral reef and getting your face shredded, I’ll be smokin a marby, waitin to watch it on youtube.