Stinson Beach

I went to the beach by myself after getting done arguing with my children. Why do I keep doing that? I’m supposed to be the adult.

I kind of mad-drove the whole way. I wasn’t road raging just rage-sulking, like mentally driving through dark neighborhoods etc. Chemically, I couldn't shut it down, the total catecholamines were flooding my blood stream and I couldn’t stop feeling mad. so I went to Stinson and the first thing I saw

on the beach was like this giant swordfish or like a shark. But then I got closer and it was a little dead baby dolphin on the beach. It was all sad with little like whale teeth even though I think it was a dolphin it looked like a little tiny killer whale and had like whale-ish teeth. Also a bird pecked out its eye which is TMI and repulsive and just like the indignity of like why bird why? What’s great about someone’s eye? You sick fuck, segal.

Anyway, that was sad but kind of mysteriously morbidly beautiful to see a baby dolphin up close. It would have been better if it was a happy, alive dolphin, swimming.

Then I drove home and there was this big thing in the road so I slowed down because I didn’t want to wreck my car because I just got it back from the car thief (yay!). And it was a little dead coyote (no!), and THEN, on the side of the road, I saw another coyote, all sad and hanging his or her head like la little sad dog and like it kept pacing back and forth next to its dead dog friend and it was the saddest freaking thing I ever saw ever. I wanted to scoop the little coyote up and save it but I thought it might give me rabies or turn me into a werewolf or something. Also, it probably would, you know, want to be free, even though it will probably spend the rest of its life mourning its lost love.

I’m like super afraid of being robbed. Now that we got our car back (yay! We got our car back!) I feel like I’m surrounded by robbers and killers and if I’m sitting in the car and someone walks by the window, I have like a mini panic attack. Oh shit. They’ve come back for me-and then it's like, oopsies, nevermind. That was just a regular person. Walking by.