I've never been more out of place in my goddamn life.

How the hell do people fit in these auditorium chairs? The metal armrests dig into my sides and no amount of shifting dislodges them. I rummaged through my closet and found a dress jacket, but it's snug around the shoulders. I'm seconds from ripping it if I stretch the wrong way.

What am I doing here? I should be picking up work, getting a spot on a crew until crab season picks up again in the fall—and staying the hell off of dry land. It's what I do every year. Usually I take some time off right after crab...