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Episode 58: Eat a Puss Hugh

Motherfucker.  What a vulgar, disgusting word.  No other assemblage of letters in the English language is as reviled as m-o-t-h-e-r-f-u-c-k-e-r.  And yet, that’s what I am.  A motherfucker.

Hugh Rection, still wearing his tuxedo, entered the bar in the lobby of the Inn Continental—the very bar in which he met Viveka Bolt one fateful night.

Me and Oedipus Rex.  Motherfuckers.  Oedipus Hugh, that ought to be my name.  Eat A Puss Hugh.

Hugh took a seat at the end of the bar.

So what’s it going to be, addict-boy?  Whenever something bad happens you drown the pain in excess.  What'll it be this time?  Booze?  Yes, but clearly booze alone will not be enough.  Some drugs, perhaps?  Hard drugs....

“What can I get for you?” asked Guy Laflamme.  And then, upon recognizing his patron, he added, “Oh my.  You’re Hugh Rection.  Forgive me, but I saw your wedding announcement in the Society section of the Crescendo Cove Times.  Aren’t you supposed to be getting married to Ms Bolt this very hour?”

“Let’s just say it didn’t work out as planned.  Get me a vodka martini.  A triple.”

Guy was about to dispute that order, but then he recognized the abject misery in Hugh’s eyes and went ahead and mixed the drink.  The entire time he was doing so his mind raced with scenarios as to what could’ve gone wrong between Hugh and Viveka.  (Of all the Bolt-watchers in Crescendo Cove, Guy Laflamme is the most ardent.  He thinks of them the way others do royalty.  He feels that his own existence is somehow validated because he went to high school with Viveka and, sigh, Daedalus.)

Those dish washers were talking the other day about some especially high-grade crack.  Maybe I could get my hands on some of that.  Yes, that and a big bag of heroin and I can alternate between the two, trying to achieve the perfect balance, the perfect normalcy.

“Your drink, sir,” said Guy.

"Thanks."  

As Guy walked away he thought, Maybe it’s because I have Daedalus on my mind, but that Hugh Rection sure looks like him.

Hugh took a deep breath, then a huge sip of his drink, his first in months, and felt its warmth circulate through his veins.  Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.  But I need more.  Maybe I’ll gorge myself until I can’t eat another thing and then purge and do it all over again.  Or sex?  Maybe sex is what I need.  Lord knows, I haven’t had any in a long time.  But not normal sex.  I need something different.  Something I’ve never done before.  Hugh drained off the remainder of his martini.

“Can I get you another?  Or something else?” Guy asked.

Continue Reading: Episode 59: From Sinners to Winners