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And then, barely an hour later, he had been locked in a bathroom stall at a bar somewhere in West Hollywood with a guy who worked in Lighting, snorting his first line of the weekend directly off the cistern.

And then, barely an hour later, he had been locked in a bathroom stall at a bar somewhere in West Hollywood with a guy who worked in Lighting, snorting his first line of the weekend directly off the cistern.

And then, barely an hour later, he had been locked in a bathroom stall at a bar somewhere in West Hollywood with a guy who worked in Lighting, snorting his first line of the weekend directly off the cistern.

And then, barely an hour later, he had been locked in a bathroom stall at a bar somewhere in West Hollywood with a guy who worked in Lighting, snorting his first line of the weekend directly off the cistern.

And then, barely an hour later, he had been locked in a bathroom stall at a bar somewhere in West Hollywood with a guy who worked in Lighting, snorting his first line of the weekend directly off the cistern.

And then, barely an hour later, he had been locked in a bathroom stall at a bar somewhere in West Hollywood with a guy who worked in Lighting, snorting his first line of the weekend directly off the cistern.

And then, barely an hour later, he had been locked in a bathroom stall at a bar somewhere in West Hollywood with a guy who worked in Lighting, snorting his first line of the weekend directly off the cistern.

And then, barely an hour later, he had been locked in a bathroom stall at a bar somewhere in West Hollywood with a guy who worked in Lighting, snorting his first line of the weekend directly off the cistern.

And then, barely an hour later, he had been locked in a bathroom stall at a bar somewhere in West Hollywood with a guy who worked in Lighting, snorting his first line of the weekend directly off the cistern.

And then, barely an hour later, he had been locked in a bathroom stall at a bar somewhere in West Hollywood with a guy who worked in Lighting, snorting his first line of the weekend directly off the cistern.

There is a moment, right before the surface tension breaks, where the only sound he hears is the racing beat of his own heart and it feels as if he is the only person left on Earth. He used to practice holding his breath in the bathtub, was dragged out from under the water by the hair more than once when Dave began to panic, thought he'd been under too long, and after the third time it happened he'd been banned from using the tub alone until long after he'd turned nine. Every babysitter he'd had as a child was given the same warning: don't leave him alone around any body of water. It wasn't like he had a death wish, not at five, or eight, or even eleven, but he did have the inexplicable urge to stay underwater just a second longer, two, or three, until it felt like the pressure on his lungs was too much and he had no choice but to surface for air. It was self-improvement, nothing more. He could always be better, hold that breath longer, swim just one more stroke without surfacing in an effort to improve his time. At least, that was how he'd swum until he almost passed out during a training session when he was twelve.

There is a moment, right before the surface tension breaks, where the only sound he hears is the racing beat of his own heart and it feels as if he is the only person left on Earth. He used to practice holding his breath in the bathtub, was dragged out from under the water by the hair more than once when Dave began to panic, thought he'd been under too long, and after the third time it happened he'd been banned from using the tub alone until long after he'd turned nine. Every babysitter he'd had as a child was given the same warning: don't leave him alone around any body of water. It wasn't like he had a death wish, not at five, or eight, or even eleven, but he did have the inexplicable urge to stay underwater just a second longer, two, or three, until it felt like the pressure on his lungs was too much and he had no choice but to surface for air. It was self-improvement, nothing more. He could always be better, hold that breath longer, swim just one more stroke without surfacing in an effort to improve his time. At least, that was how he'd swum until he almost passed out during a training session when he was twelve.

There is a moment, right before the surface tension breaks, where the only sound he hears is the racing beat of his own heart and it feels as if he is the only person left on Earth. He used to practice holding his breath in the bathtub, was dragged out from under the water by the hair more than once when Dave began to panic, thought he'd been under too long, and after the third time it happened he'd been banned from using the tub alone until long after he'd turned nine. Every babysitter he'd had as a child was given the same warning: don't leave him alone around any body of water. It wasn't like he had a death wish, not at five, or eight, or even eleven, but he did have the inexplicable urge to stay underwater just a second longer, two, or three, until it felt like the pressure on his lungs was too much and he had no choice but to surface for air. It was self-improvement, nothing more. He could always be better, hold that breath longer, swim just one more stroke without surfacing in an effort to improve his time. At least, that was how he'd swum until he almost passed out during a training session when he was twelve.

There is a moment, right before the surface tension breaks, where the only sound he hears is the racing beat of his own heart and it feels as if he is the only person left on Earth. He used to practice holding his breath in the bathtub, was dragged out from under the water by the hair more than once when Dave began to panic, thought he'd been under too long, and after the third time it happened he'd been banned from using the tub alone until long after he'd turned nine. Every babysitter he'd had as a child was given the same warning: don't leave him alone around any body of water. It wasn't like he had a death wish, not at five, or eight, or even eleven, but he did have the inexplicable urge to stay underwater just a second longer, two, or three, until it felt like the pressure on his lungs was too much and he had no choice but to surface for air. It was self-improvement, nothing more. He could always be better, hold that breath longer, swim just one more stroke without surfacing in an effort to improve his time. At least, that was how he'd swum until he almost passed out during a training session when he was twelve.

There is a moment, right before the surface tension breaks, where the only sound he hears is the racing beat of his own heart and it feels as if he is the only person left on Earth. He used to practice holding his breath in the bathtub, was dragged out from under the water by the hair more than once when Dave began to panic, thought he'd been under too long, and after the third time it happened he'd been banned from using the tub alone until long after he'd turned nine. Every babysitter he'd had as a child was given the same warning: don't leave him alone around any body of water. It wasn't like he had a death wish, not at five, or eight, or even eleven, but he did have the inexplicable urge to stay underwater just a second longer, two, or three, until it felt like the pressure on his lungs was too much and he had no choice but to surface for air. It was self-improvement, nothing more. He could always be better, hold that breath longer, swim just one more stroke without surfacing in an effort to improve his time. At least, that was how he'd swum until he almost passed out during a training session when he was twelve.

There is a moment, right before the surface tension breaks, where the only sound he hears is the racing beat of his own heart and it feels as if he is the only person left on Earth. He used to practice holding his breath in the bathtub, was dragged out from under the water by the hair more than once when Dave began to panic, thought he'd been under too long, and after the third time it happened he'd been banned from using the tub alone until long after he'd turned nine. Every babysitter he'd had as a child was given the same warning: don't leave him alone around any body of water. It wasn't like he had a death wish, not at five, or eight, or even eleven, but he did have the inexplicable urge to stay underwater just a second longer, two, or three, until it felt like the pressure on his lungs was too much and he had no choice but to surface for air. It was self-improvement, nothing more. He could always be better, hold that breath longer, swim just one more stroke without surfacing in an effort to improve his time. At least, that was how he'd swum until he almost passed out during a training session when he was twelve.