It doesn't matter to me that I'm alone. They say not to dive without a buddy, that people have drowned, but no one can every name anyone who drowned, so fuck that, I do what I want.
The water speaks to me. I don't mean in some bullshit artsy-fartsy way where I'm just saying it's my 'thing'; I mean it speaks to me in words. I have to be deep enough that getting down and back takes all the air I can hold in my lungs, but for the short time I'm down there, man, it's talking my ear off.
Maybe there's something down there beside just the water, I don't know. But whatever it is, it says more nice things to me than my fucking mother and her fucking boyfriend Red ever do, so I'm gonna keep on diving down there and listening. What else am I gonna do?