The first seal I ever saw was laying dead by the shoreline, decomposing as birds picked at its far skin and crabs are away at its eyes. The swollen carcass looked as if it would explode any second. A mere poke or push and it would blow up, spraying its surroundings with blood, pus and fat. It doesn't take more than a few seconds to plunge into sadness and despair, not when your hormones are going haywire and your stomach looks like a bulging dead seal. Thankfully the only thing that happened when I poked my stomach was either a punch from Smith or absolute radio silence. He seemed to be in the right position now at least, face down, ass up, just like me when I had s*x. Not even that made me feel any less down though and I just felt sad and empty in general.
It was March first when I star
