When Bent Rushmore was young he used to take part in motocross competitions with his Harley Davidson.
About thinking
Bent Rushmore does not think highly about anybody. That's because Bent Rushmore does not like to think.
Demons callin'
Bent Rushmore was on his way to a local strip joint, or 'beauty parlor' as he called it. He was going there to review the beauty of downtown Houston once again.
Suddenly he heard a voice close to his left shoulder.
'Hey Bent!', The voice was silently saying.
Bent Rushmore looked over his left shoulder. Nothing there.
He continued his way from the parking lot to the beauty parlor, when all of a sudden the voice reappeared.
'Hey Bent!'.
Nobody there.
Bent Rushmore was not terrified, as you can only be afraid of things you don't know, and Bent Rushmore, he knows everything.
He had a pretty good idea where the voice was coming from. The same thing happened to his dad at the age of 40 and his mom at the age of 62.
Bent Rushmore was 45, walking towards the beauty parlor thinking to himself: 'demons. Now they're here to haunt me like they did to my mom and paps.'
Much ado about nothing
Bent Rushmore drank a bit too much one day. He does not mind doing that, but when he does, he tends to get into unnecessary arguments with strangers.
This afternoon was no exeption. The person who had a different opinion on the current government was hospitalized with severe traumas.
Bent Rushmore thinks the guy shoud be thankful he didn't die.