A struggling musician and surfer decides no one gives a damn about him or his music and drives to the ocean one summer night to end his life. However, when he takes his final swim, he finds fate has other plans in store for him.
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I come home after another pointless open mic night and throw my guitar in the dumpster behind my apartment. Then, I stuff two baggies with everything I need in the pocket of my board shorts and head for the ocean. I don’t bring a surfboard or towel. Tonight, I won’t need either.
As I drive west in my old Mustang with its tattered top down, the hot fumes of thousands of cars choke my chest, making it difficult to breathe. I’ve experienced this on and off for the last six years, ever since I escaped my father and abandoned my younger brother and moved to Los Angeles to pursue my music. L.A is a city of cracked asphalt and concrete where the traffic never stops and auto exhaust blankets everything.
I swing into a tunnel with half its lights dark, like missing teeth in the skull of a long-dead drifter, and fly out onto Pacific Coast Highway, headed north. A hundred yards on my left, in the blackness of the night, the unseen ocean waits for me. I inhale the moist salty air, and the suffocating sensation eases in my chest…