Hi, my name's Matt and I'm a sad single f***er. I've been a member of the SSF's for about 3 months now and the longer this walk in the dark continues the longer and deeper i shall continue to plunge myself into books and my writing, making best friends out of Jeremy Clarkson, Herman Meliville, Stephen Fry, Dean Koontz and Tom Holt. But where there's a friend there's an enemy, and where there's an enemy then there's Iain Banks.
Hi, my name is Charlie and I'm a sad single f***er I have been a sad single f***er for several months now, and I keep resisting the darkness submerging me into black watery hole. I have mostly been spending my time with Heroes, Jack Bauer, and Quentin Tarrantino. Also I have been developing my knowledge and trying to build the Rugby Forum, into a global force to be recognised by the IRB and the UN.
I do occasionally venture out into the hell hole which is Chicago Rock Cafe... It is the only social interaction I have...
*Matt stays seated. With his head in his hands, he sobs ever so gently. Outside, the wind rustles through the trees, a squirrel scatters across the ground and a helicopter hovers elegantly but intrusively around Matt's flat probably searching for some nutjob on the loose. Matt thinks to himself that with such a wonderful world outside, how long will it be before he becomes the said nutjob on the loose running away from a police helicopter trying to kill everything that gets in his way.*
*Luke pokes his head into view and proceeds to stand up*
"I'm...errrr...ummm..Luke. I've been with SSFA for 2 and a half months now. My best friends name is Ivan and he keeps me warm. He is black and has a tattoo on him a few times in silver that says 'Dell'. God Bless him."
*Sits down with a sense of insecurity, not knowing if he said enough or the right thing at all.*