Orange County

Mr. Marcus Skinner...

care of the English department, | Stanford University.

Dear Mr. Skinner, | My name is Shaun Brumder...

and I think | you are a total genius.

I live in California...

in a place called Orange County.

A year ago, I was just | another Orange County surfer--

spending my days at the beach | with my buddies...

playing volleyball...

Spike it, Shaun!

and spending my nights | around a bonfire partying.

School was always a walk for me.

I did pretty well | without trying too hard.

Theres a tropical storm off Laguna.

Lets go, dude. | Surfs up.

I was easily distracted.

- What about next period? | - Twenty-footers. Screw your period.

Twenty-footers?

Then last April, me and my crew | drove out to Emerald Cove...

to catch some major tsunami waves.

I dont know, you guys.

Dude, face the fear.

This is intense!

Righteous.

Lonny always said he wanted to die | eating foam in a massive wipeout...

but I bet hes up in heaven | right now.

After Lonny drowned, | I did some heavy meditating.

I thought, maybe theres more to life | than extreme sports...

and trying to get laid.

Maybe theres | a bigger purpose for me...

and Ive just been too high | to figure it out.

I was sitting on the beach, | totally cogitating.

I looked down, and there, in the sand, | was a copy of your book.

It was like a sign, like your book | was calling out to me.

Read me.

For the next few days, | I read it from cover to cover.

Your book totally captured | what its like to be a teenager--

the excitement, the confusion, | the horniness.

Sometimes I laughed so hard, | I thought I was going to puke and die.

Other times, I cried.

Are you okay?

Its just so sad.

I read your book | 52 times that month...

and I finally realized | what I wanted to do with my life.

I want to be a writer.

Ive been writing ever since. | Its all I ever do.

All day and all night sometimes.

It was hard to get going, | but, once I did, I couldnt stop.

Im like a machine, | and nothing else matters.

Im selling my board. | I dont have time.

- I need to focus on my writing. | - What?

My friends think | Ive lost my mind.

Hes lost his mind.

Lets get lit and go jump off | the roof of my house.

Now youre talking.

I need some feedback, | and theres no one here to help me.

Got your story here. Wow.

I have the sneaking suspicion | that my English teacher is illiterate.

I noticed you used a lot of big words. | Nice. Good for you.

It was a little long, so I didnt | read the whole thing.

But who cares? | Cause I gave you an A.

My brother, Lance, is perpetually | recovering from the night before.

Im sorry. | I dont feel good.

My girlfriend is the only one | whos actually read my work.

But shes always so positive, | its hard to take her seriously.

Its, like, the best story | Ive ever read.

Really?

Its funny and original.

I mean...

I think it could be a movie.

I dont know if Orange County | is the best environment...

for an aspiring writer...

so Im applying to Stanford.

You are a shoo-in.

Do you think I should apply | to some safety schools?

No need. | Dont be a scaredy-cat.

Theres no doubt in my mind | youre gonna go to Berkeley.

Stanford.

Yes. Stanford is where | youre going, mister.

Im sending you | a copy of my story.

Hopefully, | with your wisdom and guidance...

I will one day be a real writer.

I look forward to seeing you | in the fall, Mr. Skinner.

Your greatest admirer, | Shaun Brumder.

Watch it, man.

What are you doing lying here?

My parole officer wants to give me | a drug test, and I need your urine.

Can I score some of your piss?

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