I think he added the "Trinity" on his own.

Long story short ending (until I get the details published), I got married when I was 17.  I was living in Fairbanks with my mother and had a boyfriend stationed at Eielson AFB.  Of course, when you're 17 you're always in 'love' and you're always looking for that prince charming to save you from your life and take you away to paradise. Well I was absoultely head over heels in love with this guy.

Without telling me about it, he got out of the USAF and left.  I was more than a little devastated, I was stunned and crushed beyond function.

My friend and bowling partner, Brian Shaw (mid 20's), went on a field exercise (he was in the Army), and I was taking care of this apartment.  I got enough dope (pot was still legal here in Alaska then) and alcohol to keep me numb.... and I was still in Brian's apartment when he returned 10 days later.  Amazing how easily you can be "ruined" when you're a tender 17 year old.

Brian could see the shape I was in... and I really don't remember the events that led up to his brilliant idea.
B-"Sue, you're sick.  Not eating, you've been drunk/high for 10 days, you need to see a doctor."
Me- "yeah right... like I haven't worked in two weeks and mother doesn't have any insurance on me, there's no way I can go see a doctor."
B- "I have an idea.  Let's get married."
Me- "Are you nuts?!"

So we did....
I was admitted to Bassett Hospital for alcohol poisioning, dehydration, and malnutrition.

[of course - that's the short version]