What is Best in Life?
I have never prayed to you before.
But you’re locked up in here with me,
where no one ever wins a fight,
where it smells like victory.
Do I feel lucky?
Though I give you a war;
you won’t believe.
My little friend, you are the disease,
I am the cure. Say hello,
I have no tongue for it,
no time to bleed.
My word, like pain, doesn’t hurt.
My balls, I don’t break them for anybody.
Are you going to do something?
Make my day? An offer
I can’t refuse?
Or just stand there and bleed.
Tonight, we dine in hell, tomorrow
a trip to the bank, the blood bank.
Made from the dialogue in some of my favorite films: Hard to Kill, Cobra, Sudden Impact, Scarface, Conan the Barbarian, 300, Dirty Harry, Taxi Driver, Watchmen, Predator, The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, Rambo, Road House, The Godfather, Apocalypse Now, and Tombstone.
I don’t know what action movies have given me morally or intellectually, what of their fantasy guides me. I’ve seen so many at an age when my brain was furiously cementing synapses together. I do know they’re a part of me, for better or worse. I love them, goddammit.
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