The Real Story of Fat Pat and Maryanne
When Trisha decided to spin a bit of a yarn about a man called Fat Pat and the accidental death of his wife Maryanne, little did I know that would end up being my most popular blog post ever. Trisha does have a certain way with words, so I guess I shouldn’t have been too surprised by it all.
A few months back I decided it would be fun to write the real story of Fat Pat and the death of poor Maryanne, so consequently I tracked the man himself down (no mean feat, but made easier by the fact he is currently an inpatient at a nuthouse) and sent along an eager young guy to interview him.
Well, the eager young guy brought back quite a story. Quite some story indeed. I did a bit of a spit polish job on it, but to tell the truth, Pat has something of a way with words too, and I really had to do no more than sit back and let him tell the tale himself.
Fat Pat and the Accidental Death of Maryanne
Pat seems like a regular guy. Drinks beer. Watches football. Drives a truck.
Maryanne’s his wife. All she wants is a kid.
Pat knows there are shadows in every man’s heart. Most times it’s just from the way life grinds you down, but sometimes it’s a canker.
He has the canker.