A series of observations.

I'm at my grandparents house on the beach right now. It's on a prissy little private island. The houses are uniformly pastel and large, and people drive around on golf carts instead of cars. It's very odd. I have stories about this island.

1) When I was 9, I saw my first shark minutes after getting out of the water. It was only about 5 feet long, but I was only about five feet tall. This same thing happened two years later, and after that year, I stopped swimming in the ocean. Since that time, I've seen two more sharks in the water right near our house, but my family insists it's weird that I never swim in the ocean here anymore. This June, a little girl got bitten while on vacation here. My family still insists I'm weird.

2) The popular thing for adolescents to do here is drive around on golf carts at night and check each other out. I you are "interested" in someone, you follow them and see if they stop. I don't really know what the point. I assume, that, like many, many things, the ultimate goal is fornication. I probably shouldn't do it, but it's an interesting game to play. It's like acting. Or rather, it is acting.

3) I have a third story, but apathy seems to have won the day.

Phoey.