KID LOVEBEACH woke late, even for him 3 in the afternoon was late, he raised his 6ft 4inch frame off the mattress-on-a-pallet in the corner of the sweet loft he rent in Dublin's trendy dockland district, "boy it's sure great not to live with my parents" he said to no one in praticular as he started to tidy away the empty bottle of cognac from around the living space/studio area, it had been rehersal night last night with his band Groom, and as usual, things had got pretty fucking crazy, but then again, things were always pretty fucking crazy. "did Micko really drive all those school girls home?" he said aloud again to no one, and shook his head laughing at the fucking crazy a time he had, once again, last night. He turned on his 72 inch wide screen TV "sweet, Diagnosis Murder!" he said as poured ice cold milk on his large bowl of cheerios.