I don't know the date, I'm not even really sure of the time, it's been too long, it could have easily been 11 at night or 2:30 in the morning, but it was the only time Amanda and I got Billy to go to the ocean. The three of us, Billy, Amanda and myself, drove down to Santa Monica and walked the beach north of the pier.

We chased the waves out into the ocean, and then, at the last second, would sprint back to shore when they came crashing back in. We danced around in the sand and stared out at the night sky... it was such a simple moment, one that I would have never assumed at the time would be such an important memory to me... but it is, and that's it - I just felt like sharing. Okay.