Rasslin' with God Part 3: Down to my last two chips.
When I found out she was seein' someone else I was mighty glad I'd rassled that blessing from God. It was about the only thing that could get me through the next coupla days. Now I don't know all the details of what happened with her an' that other feller, so I ain't gonna say anything more about it than what I already did. Fact of the matter is, I'd just as soon forget the whole thing and get on with my life. Don't mean it didn't feel like someone took a shotgun to everything on my insides when it happened, though.
I found out about it the day after Forest Gump told me about the straight nail. And I woke up that mornin' feelin' like everything made sense. Like I could look back on the past ten years of my life and there really was one consistent story goin' on and not a lot of to and fro of some bent nail bein' twisted in its hole. An' I reckon that one of these days I oughta find some way of tellin' ya'll that story. But for now I'll just say that I was standin' at the end of them ten years lookin' down from the very edge of my skin into a gapin' hole that leads to where my heart oughta be. An' I can't rightly say that I see anything there at the moment, owin' in part to the circumstances, but I know that hole goes all the way through to who I am an' all I ever done: good, bad, ugly, dark, beautiful, wretched, straight and crooked, and sometimes even filled with the Holy Ghost. That hole might be jagged 'round the edges in places and I reckon there's a buncha shit still down there somewhere, but you can fit a straight nail through it an' on out to the rest of whatever my life is gonna be next.
An' I'm sittin' here and I ain't got nothin' but two chips left to live the rest of my life with. All the illusions I'd hide behind and rackets I'd be playin' has faded away and I ain't got no paddin' to insulate me from my life no more. I only got two chips left and the game is gettin' shorthanded and everyone else has got themselves a pile and the blinds are goin' up fast. But let me tell you friend, I was playin' myself a poker game last week an' I was down to two chips and came back to win the whole thing. I got two chips left my friend, an' let me tell you what they are. First one is called "I'm a straight nail" and the second one is called "God Loves Me." An' I reckon them two chips is all I'll need to make it through to the end an' win the tournament. One've 'ems the nail and the other is what's drivin' it. I might only have two chips left, but they're both blue, and I'm starin' down the devil who I'm sure has got some kindofa pocket pair and a big stack of lies. The high desert wind is blowin' dry on my face, and I'm lookin' at Big Slick in Spades. I push botha my chips into the pot and try not to swallow to hard as I look up at that bastard. Come what may, I'm ready to live my life.
I found out about it the day after Forest Gump told me about the straight nail. And I woke up that mornin' feelin' like everything made sense. Like I could look back on the past ten years of my life and there really was one consistent story goin' on and not a lot of to and fro of some bent nail bein' twisted in its hole. An' I reckon that one of these days I oughta find some way of tellin' ya'll that story. But for now I'll just say that I was standin' at the end of them ten years lookin' down from the very edge of my skin into a gapin' hole that leads to where my heart oughta be. An' I can't rightly say that I see anything there at the moment, owin' in part to the circumstances, but I know that hole goes all the way through to who I am an' all I ever done: good, bad, ugly, dark, beautiful, wretched, straight and crooked, and sometimes even filled with the Holy Ghost. That hole might be jagged 'round the edges in places and I reckon there's a buncha shit still down there somewhere, but you can fit a straight nail through it an' on out to the rest of whatever my life is gonna be next.
An' I'm sittin' here and I ain't got nothin' but two chips left to live the rest of my life with. All the illusions I'd hide behind and rackets I'd be playin' has faded away and I ain't got no paddin' to insulate me from my life no more. I only got two chips left and the game is gettin' shorthanded and everyone else has got themselves a pile and the blinds are goin' up fast. But let me tell you friend, I was playin' myself a poker game last week an' I was down to two chips and came back to win the whole thing. I got two chips left my friend, an' let me tell you what they are. First one is called "I'm a straight nail" and the second one is called "God Loves Me." An' I reckon them two chips is all I'll need to make it through to the end an' win the tournament. One've 'ems the nail and the other is what's drivin' it. I might only have two chips left, but they're both blue, and I'm starin' down the devil who I'm sure has got some kindofa pocket pair and a big stack of lies. The high desert wind is blowin' dry on my face, and I'm lookin' at Big Slick in Spades. I push botha my chips into the pot and try not to swallow to hard as I look up at that bastard. Come what may, I'm ready to live my life.