I never fully understood why my hillbilly murder eyes never got as sharp as my pops' Charlie Tuna's did. He was the second generation removed from the mountains, but them eyeballs of his could get that laser focus of mountain folks where you could tell he was in a certain mood, and danger was afoot for whoever crossed whatever lines in the unseen sand had been drawn. Don't get me wrong, he had good times, too, and I remember many mornings of him goofing off, and laughing, and the eyes softening. But as he got older (which never ended up being all that old, since he died at 46), and he'd done the job to the demons he was wrestling with way too consistently, those hillbilly murder eyes were what most of us saw.
I got 'em, and can fire them up at times, if necessary, like a rattlesnake's tail, just to let someone else know, there can be immediate and undesirable consequences should all of us present choose to continue down the path we're currently on. But my dimples have always been stronger, and as I get older, I can see the joy emanating out from my face... eyeballs, dimples, all of it... far more than it used to. It's not because I've beaten the demons I'm wrestling, because they're still in there. But I tag the angels in as much as I can, five times a day if possible, and invite their glowing energy to help keep the preponderance of devils at bay. And the thing I love most about when my dimples got their glow (which is also reflected in my eyes) is, there's a certain type of woman out there that loves them, and responds to them. Thankfully, it's exactly the type of woman I love to be loved by.
I got 'em, and can fire them up at times, if necessary, like a rattlesnake's tail, just to let someone else know, there can be immediate and undesirable consequences should all of us present choose to continue down the path we're currently on. But my dimples have always been stronger, and as I get older, I can see the joy emanating out from my face... eyeballs, dimples, all of it... far more than it used to. It's not because I've beaten the demons I'm wrestling, because they're still in there. But I tag the angels in as much as I can, five times a day if possible, and invite their glowing energy to help keep the preponderance of devils at bay. And the thing I love most about when my dimples got their glow (which is also reflected in my eyes) is, there's a certain type of woman out there that loves them, and responds to them. Thankfully, it's exactly the type of woman I love to be loved by.
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