Sometime in the mid 80s I was in Galveston. I'd slept funny, so my neck was all outa whack. I dove into the ocean thinking, "Salt water cures everything, right?"
Out I swam and swam and swam, way out over my head. I bobbed in the waves. It was quite pleasant. And then a big wave came along and seriously smacked me up-side the head. And I tell you what, it was the most fabulous neck pop ever!
I leaned back and floated, looking at the sky, utterly and completely at peace...until a small plane with a "Jaws 4, The Revenge" banner fluttering behind it flew directly overhead.
Yes I did set a swimming P.R. that day.
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