Monday, February 24, 2020

Depression. Rhodie Tony faces suicide.


Depression. Rhodie Tony faces suicide.

This was IT. The end. To exterminate, never to have passed his seed on to procreate a litter of like minded lunatics.

Tony was not a virgin. He had been sodomised by his best friend when he was 15.

Now at the age 36, it was time up. To go where all dead souls go
fucking nowhere, but he didnt know that- he would only find out later.

So, there he was, balancing totally drunk on a bridge crossing a tributary of the Mecumbura River, Zimbabwe. The fall looked awesome. Closing his eyes, crossing his heart and promising to die
he jumped. Well, not exactly jumped, more like a shuffle off a pavement, but down he went.

Down, down he went. Tonys last thoughts were Oh how I wished I had fondled Mrs Gunthers breasts. (His former maths teacher.)

It seemed to last forever
a bit like the crap your reading - as the tributary was dry, the small, bit of concrete as a bridge, was just two meters above a sandy bed. Tony hit the deck, almost breaking his fucking  neck, staggered up, a bit disoriented

And

Lives to tell how he escaped from being a prisoner of the Taliban.

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