The man is surfing. He has his back to the sun and a shirt over his head to shade his face. There's no top on but he could be a she--not very curvy though.
He's in the water by his self. His name is Michael Marty. He's in Florida. He's riding on a board, waiting for a wave. It looks like the board has handles on it. It's a nice sunny day. He matched his swim suit with his board. He's somewhere warm or he would be wearing a wet suit.
Maybe he's waiting for his buddy. His name is "Pretty Boy" Tom because he's so good looking.
He caught a wave and surfs until the wave ends.
Maybe he's a life guard. He's watching to see if someone is drowning and to make sure people are safe.
When Michael Marty isn't surfing, he's at his beach house grilling shrimp, lobster and corn on the cob. His friends and his girlfriend, Priscilla, are there. Priscilla is allergic to water. They met at the beach. He was in the water, she was on the sand.
Priscilla dies of thirst. They'll go to the funeral after the party is over and they've cleaned up. Then they go home and go to bed and cry themselves to sleep.
But what they really like to do is set out on the patio, have some wine, relax, listen to music especially George Benson, look at the moon and make s'mores.
(We played "Surfing USA" after our story and pretended to surf.)