Fuck man. This like, lifts the veil from my eyes. It almost ruins my life a little.
I was never a good bowler. But there was this one day. See, I had been driving through Mobile, AL, a year earlier, and started talking to the girl at the front desk of the hotel. We were both kids, I was 19, and she was reading Emerson, and we ended up spending the whole night in the park talking about poetry. A year later I flew there and met her again. And I was just absolutely enamored and so in love with her. That first day she picked me up at the airport, we just were so crazy to see each other. The next day we didn't know what the hell to do so we went and had Waffle House for breakfast and passed by the bowling alley, so we went bowling.
It was the only time in my life I ever threw over 200. I think I got close to 250. We only hung out there for that one game, but something went click in my head.
Something went click that, any time since that morning that I've ever needed to just believe in something, or fix something, or make something work, or sink a pool shot, I just close my eyes and think of that feeling I had with her when every ball I threw was a strike and she kept cheering. It surprised me that something so good was even in my own body.
I think that bowling moment became to me the closest to what other people get when they say they feel something when they pray.
And now you're saying it was probably fake... just laid down on the wax. That's fucked up, man. That was like, a peak experience.
I think I need to do some molly.