fishing

simon go's fishing with the boys and gets too cocky

simon hixxenburg went night fishing with his mates. at first it was a gud night, the rods were in the water, they had an ounce of skunk, and plenty of J.D to last the night. they weren't catching much, but they where smoking, and drinking loads.

a voice appeared 'alright lads, hows it goin' a small group of chavs, in track suits. 'not too bad' said simon 'come and join us'. they sat there drinking, smoking, and telling stories till 3am. a chav pulled some pills from his pocket 'do us one of them lad' said simon to which the chav replied 'f**k of ya daft c**t' and they all laughed. simon started arguing with the chav, and feeling drunk and over confident he said 'i'll knock you the f**k out in a minute'. the chavs didn't look happy, not one bit.

they pinned simon down, his mates s**t themselves and ran as fast as they could. simon was fucked now, his arms and legs tied with the straps of the rod bags. any case still let with a srtap was filled with rocks and tied to him. 'lets see what we catch with this bait' said the chavs as they through him to his watery grave.

what was left of the weed an alcohol was gone in no time, as they partied on. simons body was found over a month later, and his coward mates where given life for murder

END

Author's Note

this is going to be the 2nd last story in the book. the final story will be on in a few days.