He could hear his heartbeat all up into his ears; the sound
had become everything, drowning out his other senses, but he guessed it was a
good thing because it, the rising percussion of his heart, told him what was going on in his body, and he
could tell you for damn sure, something was wrong.
He remembered the hit; the mother fucker didn’t taste right,
didn’t hit the back of his throat right, he didn’t feel right on the draw…he
should have known then. But like most
that had come before him, that added peril was the point to the whole process: will my ass be able to do this again, or will
this be my last time getting high?
Sounds dumb, but it is what it is.
And here he was looking up at a nasty ass ceiling of…where in
the fuck was he at…but fuck that my fucking heart…Oh Lord…Oh Lord!
And it scared the shit out of him, maybe like a defibrillator does when your heart flat-lines, because he heard the voice very calmly
say, “Don’t you dare let my name come out of your mouth not one more time my
Son.
"Oh my heart...Whah!" He bellowed."
...You heard me. Whatever happens from this point on
will be totally up to you. You are near
death, but it is up to your faith and your direction subsequent which will make
all of the difference in the world for you my Son. But don’t you dare cry out for me in such a
pitiful way and you’ve been ignoring me for more than ten years when you
first lost your way! Don’t you dare! But like all of the times in your life, I
have been right here with you, trying to guide you all of your life; like I am
trying to do for you right now. But it’s time for you to choose…
“But my heart hurts so bad!”
…Shhhhh…life or death?
It’s your choice. And as before,
whatever be your will, I will be right by your side…”
(to be continued…)
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