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Ain't no running with the bulls, ain't no West Egg parties, just a little beach town in Mex with the baddest shorebreak on the planet and some nights and some girls that can't find crazy no matter how hard they try. Add a fuckup with a milkcrate of books and two boogs and a hellbent certainty to be the best and you've got the modern Huck, a real rapscallion wanting nothing more than purple love, and good waves and a good book every once in a while. Perfect sunsets help, but mountains in the rain are better if you're doubleclutching the curves on that 125 you bought at Electra. Come with me, the water's fine.