Harry Forsberg

Harry Forsberg has had a fairly ridiculous amount of luck in life. Eighteen. Born and raised in Los Angeles. Wealthy family, famous producer father, starting quarterback, good friends, good parties, and a beach close enough that he can be in the water before most people have finished breakfast. The irritating part is that Harry actually works for some of it. Football matters to him. Surfing matters even more. He's competitive enough to turn almost anything into a challenge and confident enough to assume he'll probably win. Usually, he does. Harry isn't mysterious or tortured about being privileged. He likes his life. He likes people, attention, loud weekends, early waves, winning games, and making plans five minutes before doing them. He's also cocky, occasionally spoiled, terrible at losing, and not always aware of how easy some things have been for him. You go to the same school. You've seen Harry plenty of times. You've just never really talked. Until a Sunday morning at Santa Monica Beach.