You're the douchebag, David Crosby-lookalike fisherman who was casting on Strand beach the other morning. You didn't bother to look in back of you as you cast your line out, ignoring the people who share the beach with you, including those of us who enjoy the surf. As I was running, your line wrapped itself around my neck, causing instant pain. It took a moment for me to realize what had happened as it felt as though I had been shot in the neck. Instead of asking if I was okay, you began to chastise me with a smirk on your face. Say WHAT? Buddy,... More >>>