Now what?

Today I stopped by a fish market in the 'hood and saw a beautiful display of Spanish mackerel, my favorite fish. I decided to get the smallest one.
"Do you want it cleaned?" the young man asked.
"No thanks. I'll do it myself."
"You want to do it yourself?" He asked.
"I don't want to, but I am going to."
I have often watched other people gut them and cut off their heads, and I figured it was time for me to grow up. It wasn't too hard. The poor guy was already dead, so it wasn't like I was killing him.
And I knew it wouldn't go to waste.
The result? It wasn't pretty. But I baked it with lemon juice and butter, and it tasted good!