This nickname was the main reason Sean broke off the relationship. Stu swims out to the raft, the wreck of a tanker in the misty light. Sound of the surf lapping at white sand. Stu dives off the raft and swims to shore. Whitewashed patios, massive houses, hedges of green phicus.
Mexican mountains rise up across the distant blue Pacific, peppered by a symmetry of palms.
Andy hands me an ice-cold Tecate as I watch a frigate bird make slow turns over the cliff, rising on the warm coastal thermals. The bottle sweats clear little droplets. It's this factor that Stu would later attribute as the reason he threw his golf club over 50 yards. In it I learn something about area. Ancient legend has it that the god of fire instilled fear in the hearts of his worshipers and would severely punish those who didn't please him.