CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX
I avoid a psych suspension only because I’m able to convince Tyler, the club associate, the whole blackout episode is a mistake.
Coming to on the pool deck, I’m covered in puke. Tyler’s kneeling next to me. His clothes are wet and, I can see, also covered in vomit. He leans me against the tile wall and puts a towel behind my head.
“Jesus man, what are you trying to do? Kill yourself?”
Through the haze, I know anything I try to tell Tyler is probably not going to convince him. I scramble to come up with a rational explanation for why I basically tried to drown myself.
I take a deep breath. “I’m really sorry, Tyler. I was training for a field certification for underwater rescue. I’ve got to be able to hold my breath for two minutes straight, or I won’t pass the test.
