I used to carry a shark tooth around with me everyday. In my pocket, on a chain, under the tongue of my shoe. This had its drawbacks; teeth would break, get lost, or worse stolen. I decided to eat a tooth, it would always be with me. I thought I was the smartest kid alive. It tasted like dust and gravel. My mind raced around the idea of this tooth giving me the strength of the oceans most feared. Every time my fist makes contact, no matter the situation, I have that taste from my gums to my gut. I love and hate the ocean.