Warrior Road

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[BELL TOLLING]

WE'VE TALKED A LOT SO FAR

ABOUT THE NATURE

OF GOOD STORYTELLING,

BUT JUDGING FROM YOUR STORIES,

IT SEEMS LIKE A LOT OF YOU

ARE JUST FLAPPING

IN THE WIND:

WITHOUT A VOICE,

AN INSTRUMENT.

SO HOW DO WE CHANGE THAT?

I KNOW I RESPOND

TO SOMETHING MORE REAL.

MAYBE SOMETHING LIKE

A SPONTANEOUS OVERFLOW

OF EMOTION.

SPOKEN LIKE:

A TRUE ROMANTIC.

YOU GIVE ME:

TOO MUCH CREDIT.

NO, IF YOU'RE WRITING EMOTIONALLY,

YOU'RE WRITING SELFISHLY.

YOU'RE NOT CONNECTING

WITH YOUR AUDIENCE.

SO, READERS DON'T CONNEC TO A STORY WITH SOUL?

IS IT A WELL OUTLINED PLO YOU MOST RESPOND TO,

OR EMOTION THAT REFLECTS

YOUR OWN HUMAN EXPERIENCE?

WHAT MATTERS:

IS WHERE IT COMES FROM.

THAT IT COMES FROM YOU.

THAT'S RIGHT.

THAT IS RIGHT,

AND IN THAT WAY,

THE BEST MOMENTS OF WRITING

ARE INSTINCTIVE,

SHOWING WHO WE ARE,

AND WHAT IT IS:

WE'RE PROCESSING

FROM A PLACE EACH OUR OWN.

YOU UP FOR SHARING?

THE CHURCH WAS SMALL,

BUT STRONG,

RESTING ALONG THE LOW

COUNTRY BANKS:

WHERE MY FATHER:

ONCE PREACHED.

ON SUMMER MORNINGS

WE'D HAVE SUNDAY SCHOOL

ALONGSIDE:

THE COOLING CREEKS,

LISTENING:

TO BIBLE STORIES,

AND SINGING ABOU THIS LITTLE LIGHT OF MINE.

I'D SOMETIMES SNEAK AWAY,

BRAVING THE GOLD AND GREEN

MARSH GRASS UP TO MY NECK,

SOFT SUN PEAKING THROUGH

PATCHES OF SPANISH MOSS,

HEAT AND LIGHT UPON MY FACE...

WHAT I IMAGINED GOD FELT LIKE.

BUT AS THE TIDES MOVED OUT,

THAT SUN SHRUNK AWAY

ON THE JOURNEY:

OF A SINGLE DAY.

HERE I COME AGAIN,

NOW, BABY

LIKE A DOG IN HEAT

TELL IT'S ME

BY THE CLAMOR, NOW, BABY

I LIKE TO TEAR UP

THE STREET:

NOW, I BEEN SMOKIN'

FOR SO LONG:

YA KNOW I'M HERE TO STAY

GOT YOU IN:

A STRANGLEHOLD, BABY

YOU BEST GE OUTTA MY WAY

THE ROAD I CRUISE

IS A B*TCH, NOW, BABY

YOU KNOW YOU CAN' TURN ME ROUND

AND IF A HOUSE:

GETS IN MY WAY, BABY

YA KNOW:

I'LL BURN IT DOWN

REMEMBER THE NIGH THAT YOU LEFT ME?

YOU PUT ME IN MY PLACE

GOT YOU IN:

A STRANGLEHOLD, BABY

YOU BETTER TRUS YOUR FATE

HEY, YOU BOYS WANT SOME OF

THIS WHILE I GOT IT OUT?

WHY DON'T YOU SHU THE HELL UP?

WHOO!

YOU READY?

KEEP YOUR PANTIES ON.

HEY!

PICK YOU UP AT 10?

YEAH.

YOU'LL BE THERE, RIGHT?

- YEAH.

- HMM, YEAH?

'CAUSE WE NEED YOU.

SH*T.

HE'D BEEN A FRIEND

SINCE SEVENTH GRADE.

BUT MY MOM RETURNED US TO THESE

WATERWAYS OF HER FAMILY.

I GOT CAUGHT CRYING

IN A HALLWAY,

AND HE CHASED THE OTHER

KIDS AWAY AS THEY LAUGHED.

BYE, JOSEPH! WHOO!

A WARRIOR:

SUDDENLY AT MY SIDE.

MOST OF THE TIME

I SHUT MYSELF OFF,

DRIFTING BACK:

INTO A DARK CLOUD,

A SLOW FALL.

THEY CALLED IT DEPRESSION

AND ASKED IF I WAS HAVING

THOUGHTS ABOUT SUICIDE.

I LIED AND SAID NO.

WHERE YOU BEEN?

NOWHERE.

ALLISON CALLED.

THEY SAID YOU SHOULD

BE THERE BY 8.

THE PAIN IS A CURSE

HANDED DOWN FROM MY FATHER...

LET'S REMEMBER, AS THE BREAD

NOURISHES OUR BODIES AND OUR MINDS,

LET IT NOURISH YOUR SOUL

AND YOUR FAITH.

LOOKING FOR SOMETHING

HE'D NEVER FIND.

BUT AT TIMES, THE PAIN EXPLODES

OUT OF MY MIND AND HAND.

A SWEET RELEASE.

- WHAT UP?

- NOTHING.

I BET YOU $1.99

YOU AIN'T GOT OFF

THAT DAMN COUCH ALL DAY.

A**HOLE.

- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

- NOTHING.

- WHAT DID YOU TAKE?

- IT'S NOTHING.

- DICK, GIVE IT BACK!

- [LAUGHING]

I'M GONNA KICK

YOUR ASS, HOWARD!

RIGHT.

YOU AIN'T GONNA DO SH*T.

[HOWARD YELPS]

I'VE GOT DREAMS

DREAMS TO REMEMBER

JOSEPH, COME IN.

DREAMS TO REMEMBER

YOU ALL KNOW JOSEPH,

CHARLIE'S LITTLE BROTHER.

YEAH, WHAT'S UP?

COME TO DRINK:

ALL OUR BEER AND SPLIT?

WHERE'S CHARLIE?

HE'S IN THE STUDY.

GO FIND HIM.

HE'S BEEN LOOKING FOR YA.

ALL I KNOW:

WALKED AWAY AND CRASHED

I'VE GOT DREAMS

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