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The lazy river, Matt thought as he floated passivly along the slowly currented pool, legs and heavily decorated arms draped carelessly over the edges of the tube into the temperate water. This damn thing is the only good part about this fucking trip so far...  Being the owner of his local record store, Matt was required to attend these kinds of business trips every year to discuss sales, values, and what could be done to make service and customer satisfaction better. He wasn't exactly the type to care about those sort of things, though; his store was a hot spot in town and everyone always came in and left with a smile. He was a god as f

‘Jacket’ 21 year old Matt Sanders was walking briskly back to the park where he had gone for a walk today. The weather had been slightly chilly when he set out on his walk so he put on his favourite warm jacket and was on his way. Halfway through the walk the sun decided to start shining, burning down in an almost overwhelming heat. Matt stopped for a few minutes and sat on a park bench, removing his jacket and placing it next to himself on the wooden bench. Now it was hours later and it was slowly getting darker. It probably seemed silly to go out looking for a jacket but it was Matt's favourite jacket and he had had it for yea

The usual sound of a mid-morning beating had come later in the day than the drummer was used to, awakening Jimmy from his sleep. Uneasy and restless, he'd only managed to doze off a couple of hours ago thanks to a guilt ridden conscience over the previous evening. These beatings had been going on far too long, he knew that he could have stopped the previous night's attack on the bassist and the usual mornings attack that was hitting Jimmy's ears like bricks, making his stomach churn and his heart plummet into his stomach. In the twenty eight year old's head questions were spinning such as why? Why was Johnny targeted so badly, and how long wa

"It's fine, Johnny. Look, fits in all four corners of the coffin." Jimmy said proudly as he stepped away from the bunk now freshly made with the crisp new covers. He had made sure the others didn't see as they brought their shopping finds inside the bus (though they all honestly seemed more worried about what was going on with the football), smuggling them into the small bedroom and dumping them on the edge of Johnny's bed. Disallowing the younger man to do any of the work of fitting the sheets, Jimmy had busied himself with the task, setting about with making sure that the made bed was absolutely perfect for the youngest to sleep in, fluffin