Rory's Story

Rory wished he'd met his wife somewhere exciting like ballroom dancing during the Blitz or huddled together under a bomb shelter blanket listening to buzz-bombs, but he'd have to settle for the ordinary story of meeting her in the check-out line at the grocer's.

Rory wished his kids would have amounted to something spectacular like becoming Prime Minister of England or the number one striker in Dover, but he'd have to settle for ordinary offspring one of whom grew up to sell fish-n-chips whilst the other drove a black cab.

Rory wished he had done something amazing in his life like battled Moors knee deep in Moroccan sand or died in a last-stand with the Guard's Grenadiers, but he'd have to settle for the ordinary life living pay-check to pay-check, supporting a wife who bored him, and feeding ungrateful kids he couldn't stand.

This was Rory's story and now he's gone.

Originally posted on February 10, 2006 on Myspace.

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