Seth is your typical jock character, blond hair, bronzed body, dumb as fuck. He was always doing stupid things, dating cute but stupid chicks, and despite being best friends since they were 11, always trying to get in Sarahs pants.
Around the time i met him he had broken his arm surfing 25foot waves in Mexico. Like Tom, Seth would reach out to me when Sarah was in need, however he was secretly jealous of our close relationship, and never really warmed to me.
Over the Christmas period of 2010 Sarah nearly died of a Liver failure, complicated by a broken heart (my fault). She had gone to her house on Haight Street in San Francisco (2 houses down from Jimi Hendrixs’ old house) to die, but Seth had jumped on a plane and found her near death and rushed her to hospital. He called Tom who also jumped on a plane to be with Sarah. They were both in regular contact with me for the next week, communicating every detail from the doctors as Sarah slipped in and out of consciousness.
Heres a photo Seth sent me from those dark hours.