Alternate Ending
It's Miller/Ass Time: The Crowd Pleaser
WE LISTEN FOR TEN, twenty seconds. Salt water sloshes, we hear each others breathing, and then a seagull calls out somewhere in the distance. The distant distance.
"f**k yeah, that's a good sign. Even though sound travels far on open water we're still close to land. Somewhat."
"Groovy. Ya down for a little swim?"
"We've got to figure out what direction it's coming from though. Who knows how long that'll take."
"Awright. So we'll chill for a while. Come on, Sharky, don't look like that. Go with the flow."
Too true. You can't fight nature. So, we tread water hoping, praying, for even a single ray of sunlight to find our way with.
There is none.
Water sprays everywhere while Juanita screams, and I'm screaming because I have
