INSIDE THE MIND OF BLACKROD HAMILTON

 INSIDE THE MIND OF BLACKROD HAMILTON 

Blackrod Hamilton was now an out of work missionary, living on fag ends, hand outs and hand jobs. 

Born in to an occasionally prosperous mercantile family at the turn of the century, his youthful years were an tumultuous affair due to leprosy and the rampant infidelity of Agatha, his bilingual and asexual mother. 

 She dreamed of dancing the fandango, but alas, this was never achieved.

She had met her husband Ferdinand at the Turdoxian State circus, when they were both part of the same troupe of silent naked ventriloquists.  It was at this time that she originally conceived the concept that regular and strenuous self flagellation was the most necessary of evils. She also considered that the sale of any service was also the most prosperous way to eliminate hunger and provide subsistence for her mongrel family. 

His father was an hermaphrodite midget with a tendency to explode with rage, especially when his flirtatious wife exploited his willingness to let her work at the local penitentiary. She schooled the unfortunate but murderous clientele in Turdoxian reflexology, an ancient art that she had learnt on the knee of her bohemian uncle as a small child.  His constant rhythmic rubbing had shaken her, and left a mark that she had taken with her on her complex journey in to womanhood.

Not long after taking up her position at the jail, she contracted syphilis from an inmate with a penchant for cross dressing and flagellation. However, she was allowed to continue wok provided she provided additional extra curriculum services to the prison governor. This arrangement was acceptable to both and she soon became pregnant with his child,  Otzi, who was fostered after birth to a prosperous family of Mormon gold prospectors in Utah, who provided a considerable amount of gold bullion to Agatha in payment for the child.    

Blackrod had considered his childhood an exciting time as he pondered on his current pitiful position at the but hole of society. He had outgrown his father by the time he was seven, and regularly beat him to a pulp if he did not receive his gruel in a satisfactory manor. His mother was otherwise engaged in her affairs at the penitentiary, although she did pass a smattering of Turdoxian reflexology on to her sponge brained offspring. He soon mastered this art, and became a black belt purveyor of rhythmic and sympathetic action to the underbelly of society. 

To be continued...........