Rescue

"These storms are no joke. People don't take them serious. I had a cousin once who went to the beach during a storm and drowned. They pulled him out of the water and resuscitated him, but he was dead for awhile. And it changed him. After that, he wasn't the same. He seemed the same to look at, but he acted different, even more strange than he did before. He was always a freak, but he started sniffing glue and lighter fluid and freon and all kinds of shit. He was a mess. I never liked to be around him."

"What happened to him?"

"Nothing. He still lives with his parents in a little house in Palm Bay. He's thirty-six and does nothing. I think his parents are too scared to turn him out."

"Maybe they they feel sorry for him."

"Nope. Nobody could feel sorry for this guy. He's an animal."

I didn't know his cousin, but I've known fellows like that. I guess sometimes getting rescued doesn't work out the way you want it to.