You think you know Parker Coffin, but you don’t. He’s not the grom that snook into your party and drank your beer, or the teenager that surfed better than you since he was eleven anymore. He’s his own man dictating his own manifesto in your face with a
smile, positivity and unreasonable strength.
We follow his last movements through Fiji, Portugal and at home in Ventura as a starting point for the unknown adventure ahead. Forget what you know, and jump on Parker’s train. It’s fast, and you can’t get off.