Rumblitis--Chapter Eleven: Virgin Mary's Hue

  
   As always--my books:  King's Books! 

  
   ELEVEN:
  
   Staci Rumble, slapping little brother Ray into consciousness, him almost dead and definitely drunk, lazily lounging on the cruel comfort of a Kennedyesque rocking chair, hoping to heal his mind with a little motion, remembering the Cuban Missile Crises and President Jack's Steel Intentions, like Conan's father kinda/sorta saying:
   "Men will make mistakes and let you down, but you can always count on the steel of a sword."
   Ray threw up.  On Staci's Reebok footwear.  She laughed.  Cried too.  Gently removing the chunky-discharged tragedy of it all.  Found a towel and spot removed after trash-caning the foul evacuation of Ray's insides.
   "I'm sorry sis."  Ray blurted.
   Staci, tears flowing from her eyes:
   "It's almost time Ray.  It's almost time for you to die.  Then, it will all be better."
   Ray like:
   "I know."
   Staci:
   "Don't fight death when it comes.  Merge into the entropy of it all--your decency and living determination to love the life of Christ will pronounce you solid--if ya get me ."
   Didn't matter to Ray.  Sure, he loved Christ.  But why?  The anguish of it all--a devil's creation out of hand.  A reason for greatness.  The evolution of stupidity or not, the important thing being humility.  Dead to pride--pride being rebellion against God.  Only live to do your best, no matter how screwed up you are, whether suffering from a Learning Disability or dangerous due to Crystal Meth addiction--yes, we are all children of God, Satan too--and that's what freaked Ray--the duality of it all.  The escape of the crimson-horned adder as mentioned in the Book of Revelation.  You can't kill it.  Then, the WOMAN in Blue offered ease, reminding Ray:  (Genesis 3:15, A Translation Of The Latin Vulgate):  "I will put enmities between thee and the woman, and thy seed and her seed:  she shall crush thy head, and thou shalt lie in wait for her heel."
   Ray felt better.  Burped sobriety.  Sobriety being a cruel bitch clothed in a botched existence.  And he was glad, glad that Staci would always love him, this easing his modern absence from Xelba.