Last night I went for a hike up some cliffs off the beautiful Aegean Sea. With me were Spencer and some other kid I had met in the bike community. We get to a nice jump rock, probably about one hundred feet up and we all leap. I hit the water and immediately come down on some coral. My foot is gashed up pretty bad, basically cut in half. I swim over to some shallow rocks to the guys and show them. It doesn't hurt but I am, for some reason, extremely worried about getting it dirty on the hike out. just then the dood that I don't know that well is all "Uh-oh" and nod to a shark swimming in my direction. I scramble up the rocks a bit, dragging my leg behind me. I get my body high enough out of the water but for some reason I can't get my foot out of this pool of water on the shallow rocks. The shark swims up and clamps on. Both Spencer and dood are like "Well...Shit. What are you gonna do now. That sucks." Mean while I am trying to pry open the jaws with my hands and kicking it in the face.
I woke up to crack addicts singing the gospel.