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 didn’t 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.
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 didn’t 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.
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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