"Motherfucking Sharks reads like it was carved into the floor of a sun-baked desert by an old testament prophet with a thirsty knife." - BEN LOORY, author of Stories for Nighttime and Some for the DayWhere I come from, the children sing a song:Oh the motherfucking sharksOh they're gonna come to townOh they're gonna kill the babiesOh they're gonna make you drowned in your bloodOh the motherfucking sharksOh they're gonna mince the fleshThey're gonna swim up and surround youDon't you know you'll never pass the test it's overOh the motherfucking sharksOh they don't care about the godsAnd they don't care about the familiesAnd they don't care about the cries or tears they're killers.Motherfucking sharksMotherfucking sharksMotherfucking sharksMotherfucking sharks