10.21.2025

In this one there's a shark in Lake Michigan and it's bent on kicking my ass. I'm in a boat for some reason, an ice runner, I tell someone, so sure. Out in West Traverse Bay where people are going about their businesses and I'm trying to fight it off with a fisherman's net on a long pole. Looking around for any of the tools or weapons they used in Jaws and there's none because I didn't plan on fighting any sharks around here. Makes short work of my ice boat and my only option is to play dead and float with the tide toward the shore and hope it doesn't notice. I make it pretty close whether I deserve it or not and there's a grouping of tiny islands and I'm hopping from one to the other all excited to say the word archipelago. When I get to land no one cares or believes me so I head back out to the little islands and there's the bastard again and this time he doesn't look like he's going to let a little thing like land stop him. I grab a broomstick and set it in sand like a pikeman against the charge. It's a really bigass freakin' shark.