[Headline, Huffington Post]
I wasn’t trying to throw my wife off the bridge. I was trying to strangle her. Then I was going to throw her off.
Our marriage has been troubled.
If I just threw her off, the drop wasn’t going to hurt her and I couldn’t depend on the gators to finish the job. Look at me. They only got one foot, one hand, and half a buttock.
If I had thrown Agnes off alive, I’d have her stumping around the house on one foot now, trying to cook and clean with one hand and unable to sit and rest without pain. She would have been unbearable! Not that she isn’t anyway.
I explained all this to the police. So did Agnes. They understood that the whole affair was an accident. Or a failure, from my perspective. But Huffington’s stringer down here, Audet Duplessis, covers a thousand square miles of swamp and bayou and and you can’t tell her anything. Which is why I arranged to meet her on the bridge later, to give her a blow by blow recreation of the events that had transpired.
I tried to strangle her and took my second trip down into the drink. That’s how I lost another half-buttock, my car keys, my eye glasses, and one ear.
How do you keep your new glasses on without an ear? i haven’t figured that one out yet.
And yet, here comes the next Huffington Post headline.
“Man Tries To Throw Reporter Off Bridge, Instead Falls Himself: Police”
She knew I was trying to strangle her. What else did she mean at the time when she said, “Ggggggggggggggg!”
I’ll give Audet this. She came out there with me again when I promised to behave. And then here comes the next headline.
“Man Tries To Throw Self Off Bridge, Instead Falls Himself: Police”