I often wonder about these folks who head out to the end of the jetty during some wild storm. They often seem to end up as rescues (successful or not) by the Coast Guard (who also risk their lives for these idiots.
This last batch, with the toddler on the guy’s shoulders, was out there past dark. Just one rogue wave and the whole lot of them could have been washed off that jetty where even the coast guard couldn’t find them that late at night.
All that blood and…stuff. Me, I’ll take intelligent cowardice over foolhardy bravery any day
― A.C. Crispin,