Former NFL quarterback is gripped by depression. He packs a pistol, checks into a hotel room, lies down on the bed and then the calm Southern California night is pierced by a gunshot.
He literally puts a bullet through his brain.
But the story does not end there.
It begins.
So come on, let it go
Just let it be
Why don't you be you, and I'll be me?
Everything that's broke
Leave it to the breeze
Why don't you be you, and I'll be me?