Is a dog a god?

“What are ananyms?” she asks. 

And I answer, “I moor the boat and notice there is a room for a trap that is a part of a plot to raise the level of the playing field to a higher level. As I look around I ask myself, do I live to be evil? To peek and keep what I saw, which was the tool found with the loot? 

“I can’t answer and walk out to the dock holding a bat and then proceed to the bar to open a tab and suddenly find myself in the middle of a gab (about a neve that’s even) with an empty wallet in my bag. I cannot buy a drink and a lot of time is wasted, and to emit a sound of laughter is impossible when the scene goes against my expectations, to the point that there is no where else to go. And I step away only to stumble upon pets sleeping in a basket. Some wanted to revel upon my stumble, assuming a face-plant fall in the works, but thanks to my bat which I use as a lever I manage to maintain my balance. I stomp back to the boat and want to sail away, yet the boat weighs a ton and it is not because of all the gas in the tanks or the sails that sag. 

Cesar is an entrepreneur, publisher and professional investor. He has more than 25 years of experience in the publishing industry and is the founder and executive editor for Surfari Press. Cesar writes, photographs, creates art, and loves to surf and travel.