It was back 'round the summer of '64 and I spent the summer at the Jersey shore and well, got a used Shark surfboard, as if I actually knew how to surf, right? Well, spent an entire afternoon paddling it and finally got up on the danged thing. Sort of. Then next thing you knew people were pullin' my soory butt up on the shore, taking it to the local hospital for a hald a dozen stitches in the back of my head from getting beaned by the danged surf board.
So believe me, I ain't got no surfin' ego. Just a scar..