081313 #copperhead A ticking noise. Something ticks against the metal hull. An iridescent beetle, blue, or green, or both, metallic, suddenly clumsy, following a random drunkard's walk along the gunwale. *You're not supposed to sit on those.* Did you know that? I know all kinds of dope shit about this shit. I know how and where to sit, and what the colors of the water mean, and how to steer, and when to not steer. I'm in the prime of my youth, mother fucker, and I'm here to tell you, *I am not wearing a shirt.*