Orange County

Lonny always said he wanted to die
eating foam in a massive wipeout...

but I bet he’s up in heaven
right now.

After Lonny drowned,
I did some heavy meditating.

I thought, maybe there’s more to life
than extreme sports...

and trying to get laid.
Maybe there’s
a bigger purpose for me...

and I’ve just been too high
to figure it out.

I was sitting on the beach,
totally cogitating.

I looked down, and there, in the sand,
was a copy of your book.

It was like a sign, like your book
was calling out to me.

Read me.
For the next few days,
I read it from cover to cover.

Your book totally captured
what it’s like to be a teenager--

the excitement, the confusion,
the horniness.

Sometimes I laughed so hard,
I thought I was going to puke and die.

Other times, I cried.
Are you okay?
It’s just so sad.
I read your book
52 times that month...

and I finally realized
what I wanted to do with my life.

I want to be a writer.
I’ve been writing ever since.
It’s all I ever do.

All day and all night sometimes.
It was hard to get going,
but, once I did, I couldn’t stop.

I’m like a machine,
and nothing else matters.

I’m selling my board.
I don’t have time.

- I need to focus on my writing.
- What?

My friends think
I’ve lost my mind.

He’s lost his mind.
Let’s get lit and go jump off
the roof of my house.