But this mixture of chronic booze and blood oaths turned into a bitter, stinking mess.īusted lips and broken beer bottles were all part of my pledge training. Of course it was all fun and games in the beginning - one endless keg of cold beer and blunts on command. Next to my Porsche, those letters got me laid more times than I can remember. I'll admit I thought I was the shit with my navy jersey and gold letters. I went through Rush and I of course got a bid. God, my daddy and uncle were so embarrassed they still don't talk about it. Well, there was one exception, my cousin Barrow, who got blackballed and now he's got one of those rainbow stickers on the back of his truck. My daddy had been a Gamma Chi as well as his daddy and all the men in the Sutton clan. When I started as a freshman at Louisiana State University there was no question that I would rush. When I was alive, I won't lie, I had it pretty good - the Porsche, the pretty girls, and a trust fund full of oil money. My name is Conrad Avery Sutton III, and I am dead at age nineteen. Hopefully, if I can make you hear what I am supposed to tell you, I can finally break the ties that bind me to the secret letter society of Gamma Chi.īut before we get started, let me tell you about myself. If you do choose to hear me, listen closely, because what I have to tell you is a story of unholy proportions. I've come to find that most people ignore the dead. If you ignore what I have to say, it really won't surprise me.
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