Skipping class to go surfing was my first mistake.
Skipping class to go surfing was my first mistake. After all, it was a balmy 85º San Diego perfect kind of day. I know, they’re almost all like that, but this day was different. The surf was calling, and I was bound and determined to answer. I called my buddy and said, “Let’s gooooo!” “Sorry, Scottie, no can do.” “Well, can I borrow your car?” “Sure. Have fun!” Off I went, westbound on Highway 8 to La Jolla Shores. As I pulled into the parking lot, I noticed something very st
