Grayson

My name is Grayson.

And I guess when I was four years old, my dad moved away.

And he was kind of like not in the picture a lot traveling and he and my mom didn't get along super well.

But it kind of culminated in him going to jail.

And then he got out of jail when I was four and just kind of lived on the streets, rough life.

And the only contact I have is occasionally he would write my grandparents letters and they would kind of tell me about it.

But it wasn't until I was 21, I think, that I was living abroad in France.

And it sort of occurred to me to, like, look him up.

And so I went over there and arrived at the train, and there was just this big guy that sort of looked like me waiting at the train station.

And I stayed with him for two weeks, and we basically would just stay up in the evenings.

You know, he'd tell me these crazy stories.

So he told me this story years later when I met him.

And he grew up sailing all his life with his dad and stuff.

And he knew a guy down in San Francisco who had a boat.

And so he went down there one night and they kind of like shared this slip

And use this boat interchangeably.

And I guess he had this plan to take it.

So one night he like broke into the docks.

And took this boat.

Packed it with all his stuff.