"Scott, when I can walk again, take me out on a boat." Mitch looked out towards the water. Waves crashed down one after the other; but they were small, and calm. I just looked at him as he did. He was such a beautiful person that it was a little weird to even be standing here next to him. Like I was dreaming, or having a casual chat with an angel. "Yeah, uh... of course." - nothing is ever easy when you're mentally ill. out of high school and out of any idea with what to do with his life, so called "good straight boy" scott hoying packs up all his stuff and moves to a small beachside city on what can only be categorized as a depressive impulse. and there he meets his total opposite; a guy full of character, full of life, and two temporarily unusable legs.