Let me start off by saying the first intial taste of blood is the most shocking. After that, it's almost sort of soothing. Providing your mind with that sense of a warm comforting feeling. Something like eating tomato soup.

     He knew he was fucked from the beggining, but hey, you should have seen the other guy. How he so helplessly floated into the current. Limbs tossing, clothing soaked through. Jeff and his two buds, they sat and watched in despair. Self defense? It wouldn't fly. Every other idea the three compiled were as terrible as a winter in upstate Minnesota. I could say this much though, there wasn't so much as the slightest thoughts of turning themselves in. Back to Jeff's broken nose, it was time to go take care of that. They flicked the butts of their cigarettes into the water joining the body and the rest of the sea to float off into nothing.