The killer whale
The killer whale
It's cold and quiet. I'm scuba diving in a wet suit somewhere in the ocean. Alone. I feel the water closing in around me. Out of the dark a killer whale suddenly appears then is gone. A flash. I panic. Do they eat people? It circles around again, in a pack with others. Beautiful. Silent. Deadly. One of the pack passes near me, and I reach out and touch it's sleek side. Suddenly I feel the water moving against my skin. It's no longer cold, and I'm swimming much faster, keeping pace with the pack. I feel stronger, lighter, more aggressive. I am very calm now, no longer afraid. I realize I've turned into a killer whale! There is a moment of uncontrolled panic, but then I realize that nothing is important as long as I keep moving, willing to learn what it takes to be one of them.
I've never figured out whether it's pronounced "Moe's (like owned by one of three stooges) or Moss (like that guy out of Bonanza), but the one down the hill from me is open until 2am most days, which means that if I get out of the club early enough, I can catch the best burger in town, the muo si la bao or the Spicy Mos Burger. They have lots of jalapenos and 
