Kyle Lynch believes in true love. The summer of 1997 and everything has turned to shit. School is over and every person Kyle knows is going out into the new world. Like a group of Columbus’ searching for their own new definition. One in which truth, justice, and love all co-exists amongst that which is modern American society.
It’s 221 years of propaganda, 70 years since the “lost” generation, 35 years since the “beats”, and everything else in between. One can only figure it out for himself. So Kyle sets out first to find himself and then to find something to live for.
“The search for Mr. Cassady and guy named Raul.”
An idealist with no actual intellect but a genuine heart Kyle travels from L.A., to home, back to L.A., and then upon a road trip that leads nowhere except into the very depths of his own mind.
Kyle:
When you sit down and take a look back at yourself sometimes the initial image is quite appealing. Filled with ideals, convictions, beliefs, and a knack for excitement. You or in the case of myself you lament the good times past. That hot red head in San Diego that could suck a dick like it had been her pacifier all her life. Its all glitz and glamour. Looking back you feel old and haggard. Tired and unfulfilled so you lunge harder into your new life that can’t by any means live up to the life you’ve already lived. Its always the search. Life has to be lived, and level, by level we search to grow. Following the rutted path makes no sense when only the exploration means anything. So we embark with no map, and no star to guide us through our travails. No understanding of love. No understanding of right. No wrong. Just life. Left or right... no middle?
And so it begins...
