Prediction

E-mail from a summer loft worker:

How is it possible for Mark to be up to his neck in sharks if the tide is going out again?  Obviously there's a conflict of lunar and solar pull.
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Tell C that one of my professors also feels a draft coming and is warning all of his male students.  That ought to get his heart rate up a little.  What does he have to worry about, though?  The draft will never catch up to him; he's too old!

What the hell am I talking about?  Ah, I'm rambling.  Anyway, Mark's not going to be rescued.  He'll make his own way off the oyster bar, probably on the back of a giant  snapping shrimp, then he'll thump Barracuda and bitch-slap Birdie.  The drug bust will resound throughout whatever fantasy land they're in and the song of Mark will be known in everyone's hearts for generations to come.
- Zam!