Rhett Hundridge

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  1. Anonymous

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    Biographical Information
    BornRhett Hundridge
    17 November 1950 (Age 56)
    Salt Lake City, Utah, USA
    ResidenceAstoria, Oregon, USA
    CitizenshipAmerican
    OccupationPriest
    Height6'3" (190.5cm)
    Weight181lbs (82kg)
    Blood TypeA-
    Spouse(s)Lorna Beckett
    (m. 1969; wid. 2003)
    Children1

    It was a bad night.

    A few drinks at Frankie's was how it started. Well under the limit. Enough to be jovial, and an average happy-go-lucky Joe. You liked the feeling. You didn't want it to end. The drive home left you losing the feeling. The happy-go-lucky feeling. It couldn't end. It was a bad night.

    A quick stop at a 24/7, and a couple of cheap bottles of whiskey. You had a few liberal swigs on the drive back as the streetlights passed overhead. You were right back there. The feeling was back. The feeling that dulled you to the fact that it was a bad night.

    Water into the pot, pasta into the pot. Let it boil. Another swig. A peppy song from days long gone. Another swig. You danced on your own, but it doesn't matter. You had that feeling. That feeling that takes you away from that bad night.

    You overcooked it again, old man. You wouldn't feed this to your dog. Another swig. Try again. Turn the music up. Another swig. Keep the feeling going. Don't let it end. Keep dancing. Another swig. You trip. You fall. It was a bad night.

    The bottle smashed as you hit the floor. You didn't let it go. You couldn't let it go. A stream of crimson gushes out. The feeling is going. You don't want it to end. You can't go to the ER. You know what they'll say. You know what they'll think. You have to do it yourself. Ease the pain; another swig. Into the bathroom, old man. You've done this before. Steady your hand; another swig. Tweezers in. Glass out. Needle out. Thread in. Steady your hand; another drink.

    It was a bad night.









































     
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