The Chapman Curse Part 3
There I was in full colour and high definition, sitting between Chad and Dean as they scribbled the images that came into their heads down onto the paper. I could almost remember every detail as it happened, but recalling it didn't seem to give me the same excitement as it did when I watched it. The entire journey home it was all I could think about, watching the pair of them screw me while I recounted how it felt. As my right hand slipped into the water, I watched Dean reach over and...