Many folk have taken to American Sign Language to ask
I’ve taken to writing stories underwater I got a big old blackboard and grease pen. When I started out I could only do about sentence a drive, but now I’m up to whole 100 words. Too keep my edge I have a school of thrasher sharks in one corner. My wife dumps gasoline on the surface and light it when I hit the bottom. I’ve learn how to pick the padlocks with my teeth and untie the ropes with my feet. Thinking of going salt water in the fall. Manta rays make good muses.