From the Book - First edition.
The North Shore, Oahu, December 2009
Birds, boats, and past loves. Or, From Beirut to Bondi
The thoughts your actions entertain. Or, My first impression
There ain't no motive for this crime. Or, Welcome to paradise
I know you are the one, yeah. Or, We can collide
Addicted to a certain kind of sadness. Or, l don't even need your love
Everything about this is real. Or, A history
The joy formidable. Or, Here we are, in the dark
No one laughs at God. Or, It ain't my backyard
Don't you want to share the guilt? Or, Waves are oil; an interlude
Fade into darkness. Or, Eddie
Girls, we run this motherfucker. Or, A wander and an explanation
You said that you could let it go. Or, A contest
I found a wallet. Or, Back to town
I let the bad ones in and the good ones go. Or, He wasn't here for a long time; he was here for a good time
He came from the south of Sweden, he spoke just like a Dane. Or, V-co
You are not invisible now, you just don't exist. Or, Surf houses: an interlude
And now your world is here, watch it disappear. Or, Kai Garcia is a Zen thug. Or, Full consumption
Let's go to the beach, each. Let's go get a wave. Or, Let's do this one last time
Burn them bridges down to the ground because I won't be coming this way again. Or, a postscript.
