Delusions are lies that tell the truth

Earl watched the smoke dissipate around the bare light bulb. “It’s only when you can be totally open that nothin’ will hurt you,” he said. 

“Always the philosopher when you’re high,” Hank laughed as he passed the joint back.

Earl took it and inhaled deeply, holding it for a count of ten. As he exhaled, he rubbed his eyes. “No, I mean it’s true. If you can tell people the worst shit that’s happened to you, you’re not afraid anymore.”

“Yeah, and they call you a pussy,” Hank laughed.

“That’d be nothin’,” Earl replied.

“Jesus, Earl, I can’t handle your heavy shit now. We gotta figure out how we’re gonna get that bell down and sell it without gettin caught,” snapped Hank.

Earl shrugged, “Yeah. I know. We’ll do that. Gotta take our time. Ain’t no one gonna get it down before us, so we can take time to do it right.”

“How much do you think it’s worth? We could be noddin’ and bobbin’ for weeks on that. Flyin’ to heaven on the church bell,” said Hank. 

“Heaven?” asked Earl. 

“Yeah, man. We’d have enough to fix us for months with that bell. Maybe even get us some barbecue. Jesus, I haven’t eaten that good since I can’t remember when,” Hank said, smacking his lips.

“That don’t matter much to me. Where you gonna get barbecue anyway? Nearest place is 30 miles. How you gonna get there?” asked Earl.

“We’d make it happen with that money. That’s big money. That’d be life changing money,” answered Hank. 

“Yeah, we’d float on over for barbecue on our way to heaven,” said Earl quietly, closing his eyes.