There once was a drunkard named Charlie
Who tried to go swimming in barley
When he inhaled his first breath
Dumb bastard choked to death
And naught a soul in town is sorry
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- Todd Austin Hunt
- Todd Austin Hunt was born in the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee and raised in Central Kentucky. At the age of 13, free from the restrictive canon of Catholic School, he read Misery by Stephen King. This reading opened up a new threshold of wonder and purpose. He earned his B.A. from University of Kentucky and M.A. from Eastern Kentucky University. His thesis was a collection of short stories entitled What the Chickens Play Before Sunday. Publishing speculative stories since 2003, Hunt won an Honorable Mention in the 2003 Annual Ray Bradbury Writing Contest and was nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2007. He currently lives at the edge of the Wando River in South Carolina, amid the shrieks and squawks of unimagined wildlife.
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