sit down, kid,
have a cigar.
built this country on tobacco, kid,
ain’t nothin’ more American.
Now tell me kid, what’s the problem?
wait, pour yourself some Jack,
have a sip.
don’t that remind you of somethin’?
takes me back to those days in that house on Kendell,
you remember that,
screened porch,
that steep hill in the front yard,
cool winds and watchin’ wall clouds from behind that screen,
those redheads we imagined kissin’?
home.
as home as any.
We been together a long time, kid,
long, long, long time.
ain’t ever had a problem we couldn’t solve.
‘n why, ‘n why should this be any different?
drink that Jack, kid.
drink it deep,
drink it dead-deep.
puff that cigar.
treat yourself.
cigars always put me in mind of the 4th of July,
you, kid?
how grand-dad used to smoke ’em before his stroke,
smokin’ ‘n grillin’,
the smell of tobacco ‘n gunpowder,
‘n ain’t that, aint that American?
that little pen knife don’t make a half bad punch,
now does it?
one of the best dollars we ever spent, kid.
now, now, in’t nothin’ worth cryin’ about,
you got me, kid, you’ll always have me.
ain’t nothin’ that gonna take that away from us.
you remember that half box of Romeo y Julietas,
bought it from that middle eastern fella at the border liquer store,
‘n wasn’t he nice, threw in the box for free,
‘n ain’t that a funny phrase,
ain’t that Americentric?
heh, middle east.
remember grillin’ perfect burgers over charcoal,
‘n smokin’ those cigars.
Sam Adams, Killian’s Irish Red,
ain’t ever, ever done us wrong.
even playin’ beer pong with ’em,
filled us gut full,
made her cry,
‘n we were too scared to even hug her,
but the trust, the trust she had,
how could that be a bad thing?
now what’s that problem, kid?
you can tell me,
we been, we been through thick ‘n thin.
I was the only one who held you,
I was the only one who told you:
it’s gonna be, it’s gonna be alright.
the point of it kid,
the point of it is to be.
the meanin’ of life,
beyond all that philosophy,
the reason,
to be.
ain’t nothin’ more than that.
feel the nicotine boy,
feel that whiskey warm in your chest,
as home as any,
trust me, kid
trust me,
we’ll be.
