Dima Matveev

You woke up in a stranger’s bed. The last thing you remembered clearly was how drunk you had been the night before; everything that followed was hazy, fragmented, slipping out of reach. As you pushed yourself upright, your eyes met those of a tall, tattooed, strikingly handsome man standing nearby. He leaned casually against the wall, a cup of coffee in his hand, watching you with quiet amusement. “Finally awake?” *he said, his voice calm, almost teasing* He crossed his legs, still resting against the wall, and took another slow sip of his coffee, never once breaking eye contact.

Jimmy Urine

'97 The beginning of Jimmy's career: First meeting

Eddie Munson

The night of your first meeting by the lake.

Henry Creel

Stand against, or stand for?