On a cold December afternoon, I drove to the beach in Malibu to breathe some fresh sea air. There were only three surfers wading out with their boards and a few others strolling along the shore.

I came out today in my black coat to clear my mind. The year is ending and I was thinking about everything that has happened. The second half is better than the first, but I am ending it alone. It is how it should be. At the end, we are all alone.