This is a true story. The events depicted in this story took place in Bemidji, Minnesota in 1976. At the request of the survivors, the names have been changed. Out of respect for the dead, the rest has been told exactly as it occurred.
Rip Hunter used to have dreams of making a difference in the world. But life saw fit to deal him a bad hand and after too many years on the job, he’s become inured to the vile nature of man. He spends his days sitting across the scum of the town, collecting piss in plastic cups, pretending he gives a shit about his charges, and drinking too much whisky in the nights until he passes out. And then he wakes up the next day to do it all over again.