Just when I thought Marcus couldn’t come up with any more crazy ideas, he did. “Let’s go to San Diego!” He shouted out after we had finished watching some really bad Sci-fi movie. “Come on, it’ll be great! Have you ever been to San Diego before?”
Karen and I looked at each other and then back at Marcus, “Yes,” we both said in unison.
“Well I haven’t,” retorted Marcus, “so let’s go!” He sat there like a five year old child, legs crossed and bouncing on the couch. Karen and I simply looked at each other and sighed.
Two weeks later we were unpacking our luggage from Karen’s 1992 Ford Taurus in San Diego. We checked into the Best Western and headed off to Sea World, our first big adventure in San Diego. It wasn’t too long into the trip that Marcus began begging us to go with him to the Orca tank that housed the Killer Whale, Shampoo. Shampoo, unlike his “aunt” Shamoo, was part of a temporary exhibit that would soon move to Iceland. Because of this reason we made Shampoo’s over-crowded exhibit our first priority. The sublevel for under-water viewing was too crowded to actually see anything so Karen, Marcus and I went up to the viewing area along the edge of the tank. The trainers were out, and throwing fish to Shampoo.
“Jesse,” Marcus said to me, “go stand over there next to the fish guy so I can get your picture.” I looked at him skeptically. “Go on, it’s fine.” I glanced to my right where a small rope was dangling from two posts.
“I don’t think we’re supposed to cross the rope.” I said somewhat nervously.
“Oh stop being a pussy Jesse and let’s get a good picture for your facebook.”
I sighed and slowly stepped over the rope and walked up behind the trainer throwing fish to Shampoo. I stopped and turned around so Marcus could take the picture. “No no, keep going.” Marcus said and motioned for me to move closer to the trainer. I sighed again and took a few steps backwards, bumping into the trainer.
The trainer had not realized anyone was near him, so when I bumped into him accidentally he quickly stood, but having very little room to stand he slipped and fell into the Orca tank.
And that’s when everything started blurring together. A giant set of sharp teeth emerged from the tank followed by a black and white monster. Marcus dropped the camera and Karen let out an ear piercing scream. I spun around just in time for the trainer’s blood to splatter all over me.
“And that was the last thing I remember before waking up with paramedics kneeling over me,” I said to Bob. “What’s your story?”
“I shot my ex-wife in the face.” Bob responded emotionlessly as he pulled off his orange prison uniform and stretched out on the cell’s only cot.
“I’ll just take the floor then….” I muttered. Bob snorted.
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