The table was round and black five men sat there pondering their reality to the situation that lay before them Non had been to the location before and non wished to go it alone
Bob was the reporter in the group he wrote daily reports in the Tribune al a Vancouver and loved the life of danger beer and STD's He stood 6'2'' and was a skinny as a sign pole on a hot summer day He wore the typical reporter hat and always kept one condom stapled to the inside cover since his doctor informed him that no woman should ever touch him again because of the overwhelming population of viruses
Steve sat to Bob's left but some what despised Bob for his dirty life style and cruel treatment of the opposite sex Steve was the moral life of the group Steve questioned every decision with a moral sense of the good for the group and with a deep confiction of something bigger than him This probably came from Steve's up bringing
Steve can fondly remember his mother dropping him off for Sunday school when he was around 8 years old He doesn't remember being very happy there but after those younger experiences he always felt a pull a push a sense of calling that he could not define nor give a face
Steve was of a average sporty build a professional a joker and a crap disturber he always struggled with the love of food and the pain of excercising
Across from Steve was a guy a guy from the other side of the tracks He called himself "King Theo," from his days as a devote gangster in the local hood of taggers and weed distributers Theo was the shortest of the five at 5'0" but wore the largest clothes His salt and pepper facial hair showed the age of the man that looked so young He had on large fake diamond studded sunglasses and a green hoodie slung over his head
Theo's additude is serious about everything from politics to bottled water and even to where his neighbour should place his garbage on a Monday morning
