Blank: "I am going out with another woman tonight, GoldRing."
GoldRing: "So soon, after your divorce Blank?"
Blank: "Yes, this lady is great to be with. She was the woman at the Bass Pro Shop, that I was scared of, remember?"
GoldRing: "Holy cow!"
Tinker Town: "Well how about that?"
Blank: "Yeah, I got so flattered over her showing me that she liked me that we really hit it off real cool-like. So tonight we are going out on a date."
Blank: "GoldRing, do you remember the other woman that she was with that day, the redhead?"
GoldRing: "No"
Blank: "Yeah, the red head loves the way you look, she asked Helen to see if we could go on a double date tonight?"
GoldRing: "Are you crazy Blank?"
Blank: "It has been a long time since your wife died, GoldRing, so what's the harm?"
GoldRing: "I have been very intimate with a number of women before my life with my wife, Blank. And I am not looking to do the same thing afterwords. Because I became very surprised at how close that we became from such a passionate and tender moment that we both shared together. I was moved all the way down into the deepest parts of my heart, where people like me have trouble expressing such feeling. I can't for the life of me put myself through that again. I just can't. That is just too emotional for me now. I am afraid of that kind of pain again. God, I have never been so hurt in my life, as I was over my wife death. I was smashed, and became fearful of also losing my soul along with losing her. I can't fall in love like that again. Once is enough for me.
I even have uncomfortable reactions and trouble remembering the other girl friends who had nice moments with me. I grieve even over them. A person like me just does not see the after affect resulting from people naturally having fun like that. Who knew that each and every pleasant moment with our friends and love ones, because of death, would turnaround into a strong storm, lashing back at us with gut wrenching sadness. The pressure from these emotions overwhelm my ability to speak without feeling, when I think of them, I quit trying to express the total loss of losing such a beautiful thing like I once knew.
John Keats said "that a thing of beauty is a joy forever," and I am telling you that is absolutely true, because that beautiful thing is forever still within me. Even after death. So, to remembered moments from the woman who took a shine to me, now seems to move inside my emotions like a rising blood pressure pressing against the pathways to my soul. I keep trying to be careful not to hurt like I did over her death back then. Every now and then something comes along and I keep hearing her whisper of that life we once knew. Within those emotional flashes, I become shattered. Because of her, our life together was just too beautiful for me to really understand death. So I just go on living, trying to have a little fun, free from all of that, even though I am avoiding the obvious. Real love taught me alot."
Tinker Town: "Quote:"
The Face upon the Barroom Floor
- 'Twas a balmy summer evening
- And a goodly crowd was there,
- That well nigh filled Joe's barroom
- At the corner of the square.
- As songs and witty stories
- Came through the open door,
- A vagabond crept slowly in
- And posed upon the floor.
- “Where did it come from?” someone said,
- “The wind has blown it in.”
- “What does it want?” another cried,
- “Some whiskey, rum or gin?”
- Here Toby, sic’ em,
- If your stomach is equal to the work,
- I wouldn't touch him with a fork,
- He's filthy as a Turk.
- This badinage the poor wretch took with stoical good grace.
- In fact, he smiled as though he thought
- He had struck the proper place.
- Come boys, I know there's kindly hearts
- Among so good a crowd;
- To be in such good company
- Would make a deacon proud.
- Give me a drink, that’s what I want.
- I'm out of funds you know, when I had cash to treat the gang,
- This lad was never slow. What? You laugh as though you think,
- This pocket never held a sou,
- I once was fixed as well, my boys,
- As any of you.
- There thanks, that’s braced me nicely.
- God Bless you one and all. Next time I pass this good saloon,
- I'll make another call.
- Give you a song? No, I can't do that.
- My singing days are past.
- My voice is cracked, my throat's worn out,
- And my lungs are going fast.
- Aye, give me another whiskey and I'll tell you what to do
- I'll tell you a funny story and in fact I'll promise two.
- That I was ever a decent man,
- Not one of you would think,
- But I was, some four or five years back.
- Say, give me another drink.
- Fill 'er up, Joe, I want to put some life
- Into this old frame.
- Such little drinks, to a bum like me
- are miserably tame.
- Five fingers, that's the scene, and corking and whiskey too,
- Well, here's luck boys, and landlord,
- My best respects to you.
- You’ve treated me pretty kindly,
- And I'd like to tell you how,
- I came to be this dirty sap, you see before you now.
- As I told you once, I was a man
- With muscle, frame and health,
- But for a blunder, ought have made considerable wealth.
- I was a painter, not one that daubed on bricks or wood,
- But an artist, and for my age I was rated pretty good,
- I worked hard at my canvas, and bidding fair to rise,
- And gradually I saw, the star of fame before my eyes.
- I made a picture, perhaps you've seen,
- It's called the “Chase of Fame.”
- It brought me fifteen hundred pounds
- And added to my name.
- It was then I met a woman, now come the funny part;
- With eyes that petrified my brain, and sank into my heart.
- Why don't you laugh it's funny, that the vagabond you see
- could ever have a woman and expect her love for me.
- But it was so, and for a month or two, her smiles were freely given,
- And when her loving lips touched mine, I thought I was in heaven.
- Boys did you ever see a girl, for whom your soul you'd give,
- With a form like Venus De Milo, too beautiful to live,
- With eyes that would beat the Koh-i-noor,
- And a wealth of chestnut hair?
- If so, it was she, for boys there never was, another half so fair.
- I was working on a portrait,
- One afternoon in May,
- Of a fair haired boy, a friend of mine,
- Who lived across the way.
- My Madeline admired him,
- And much to my surprise,
- She said she'd like to know the lad,
- Who had such dreamy eyes.
- She didn't take long to find him,
- Before the month had flown,
- My friend had stolen my darling,
- And I was left alone.
- And ere a year of misery had passed above my head.
- That jewel I treasured so, had tarnished and was dead.
- That's why I took to drink boys. Why, I never see you smile,
- I thought you'd be amused boys, and laughing all the while.
- Why, what's the matter friend? There's a teardrop in your eye.
- Come, laugh like me. It's only babes and women that should cry.
- Say boys, if you give me just another whiskey and I'll be glad,
- I'll draw right here the picture, of the face that drove me mad.
- Give me that piece of chalk with which you mark the baseball score;
- You shall see the lovely Madeline upon the barroom floor.
- Another drink and with chalk in hand, the vagabond began,
- To sketch a face that well might buy the soul of any man.
- Then, as he placed another lock upon that shapely head,
- With a fearful shriek, he leaped and fell across the picture — dead!
Blank: " See you tomorrow GoldRing."
GoldRing: " See you later Blank."
GoldRing: " How did you remember such a long poem, Tinker Town?"
Tinker Town: " I have always loved poems, GoldRing."
Tinker Town: " Where are you going GoldRing?"
GoldRing: " it's Sunday morning. I'm going to church with my grandsons."
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