Used to have, suspended from a length of invisible line, a pair of jaws just smaller than these.  In the manner of all things theory-great, they were genuinely great, until late and dark at night happenstance created one too many toothy run-ins, a ghost shark forever hungry or forever yawning, some mirror to its owner.  Like the contents of my late teens and most of my 20s, I’ve no idea what happened to them, but can only hope that like my youth, they continue to prove entertaining.