Desafinado: Slightly Out of Tune - Prologue. PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

The number of times I’ve said fuck you and no one answered back, I was just hoping a voice would say fuck you too and throw me the same rock I’ve thrown at the ocean countless of times. The silence can get numbing, crazy even. Despite that, I was there, sitting, half-drunk, slightly tipsy, holding the tip of my San Mig Light on the side of the beach where no one wandered, and asked the waters if it could grant me a wish. A prayer to bring me, someone, something I could hold on to and never let go. I laughed at the notion of a creature randomly appearing out of this body of water; I’d probably run as fast as I could out of here. I may be a Paul Bunyan, but ghosts and someone sneaking behind me freak the shit out of me. I hated surprises.

My phone beeped. Amidst the sounds of the crashing ocean lulling me to sleep, I was partially lucid to do an online transaction and pay for tomorrow’s cargo of fish and meat. UBS Investment Swiss Bank, Ellison. Account Info. I gazed at the page. I have $4,705,350,221 in my personal bank account. I’ve never used this money. Never touched it, and have no plans to touch it. A trust fund tied to my grandfather’s access that if I touch this money, it would mean that I’d have to accept his terms and conditions. No way. But knowing that I’d have to pay my debt soon, this money’s looking mighty tempting.

Half the time, I didn’t know what having this much money meant. Most of the time, I thought I could give it away to the poor and probably fund a revolution somewhere and kill a dictator to save the world. Or maybe I could go buy an island and live stark naked for the lols. And when I’m drinking myself to sleep, wondering where everything leads to an endgame of something or anything, there, you could see me drunk crying.

I threw a rock into the ocean and swiped my eyes, and asked, is there something more to this?