The thorns in the heart bring a suffering that completes the apsects of certainty. The thumb nails black with grout came from hands on work without machinery. Sad contentence portraitd Chucks exhaustion of others expectations of his life and work.
Mostly what the careful image and carless actions to sit it out and wait or make a move to stand and not wait for her to
The many drunken nights turned Eloise to stay home from Chucks as a defense mechanism. All the big deals have turned into drinking and drugging. Being home has shown her the steadfast love of her mom and dad which has fueled the love for her beloved ball player. March was coming and bringing more and more threats and chaos with echoes of broken promises in Chucks previous try outs.
The unknown has brought hope out of the opinions and two sense of Eloises angry attitude toward the sunami of theories of what worked for Chucks career and hers and their relationship. The faith to block everything out brought out the pinches of tears hot and more constant down her cheeks as she watched day after day Chucks struggles with drugs and drinking.
Confused day after day Chuck waited to get a call for the right matching base ball team. The imagination to chose what would be right or wrong laid heavily on his mind night after night. Devoted to his family he would see himself living with his parents for the next seven years as Eloise was heading in that living environment as well.
Together they loved their parents and did what they thought best regarding their rules and aprroval. Mean while it was easy for Chuck to slip into deep concentration on his dreams to become a dedicated ball player. Eloise found every way possibile to think of her own future and never in her whole life could she feel more confident about working and starting a family if only it was for herself and not for the sake of the family finances.
Long ago she was told she was on her own. And she played that song as a fiddle day after day for Chuck as he stayed close to home. They were apart in everything they did and she found herself more and more at ease with the worlds flip side of the coin. She had created her life around faking her love for chuck as some cool breeze of friendship and superficial simplicities
The tall slim man called Chuck Smoke feministic with pretty lady Eloise about a small band called Normans Revival. They were a bunch of kids devoted to a drummer and a guitarist. There were plans for a small time band to do big things. A young group inspired by The Beatles and Guns and Roses blew up the Earth with long sounds of guitar riffs and drum rolls across the universe.
There was long floppy haired kids devoted to kicking musical ass
across the world. They met in basements and took turns making record
payments. Then Chuck Smoke was called into baseball tryouts and quit the
band
The night glowed with snow. There was ants crawling along
the Earths ledge. Unique rainbows followed after the rain showers and thoughts
of Jennifer More dock filled Chuck Smoke.
There wasn't enough time in the day to discuss games. If
practices didn't fill up his schedule then Eloise did. She would bring
her clay and thoughts of jealousy over to his room and eat cookies. Milk
was cold and words became warm with loving loads of tomorrow.
There was the everyday charm. There was the spray of alarm
in his blue eyes. There was surprise in the wrists and muscles.
There wasn't enough time to discuss games. Baseball consumed his schedule
The
thorns in the heart bring a suffering that completes the aspects of
certainty. The thumb nails black with grout came from hands on work
without machinery. Sad continence portrait Chucks exhaustion of others
expectations of his life and work.
Mostly what the
careful image and carless actions to sit it out and wait or make a move to stand
and not wait for her to
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It had been five days
and ten hours since the try outs were discussed for March 2015. Baseball
Americas pass time wasn't a unfocused nerve wrecking talent it was a pleasant
and life changing sport the whole world watched. Chuck Smoke is Eric
Warnecke. Wounded heroes come home over 50,000. This was Chuck
Smokes passion to bring them home to their children and show them sacrifice by
pledging to fight for them as they fought for us to watch baseball in peace.
The poor old guy who lived next store from Mr. Brown was shoveling the snow in
the streets and the snow plow comes and plows all the snow back in his property
walk and drive way.
After watching a great
selection of movies Chuck Smoke was tired of watching movies hour by hour and
shoveling the snow of Northwest Indiana. The snow storm hit heavy on the
weekend of the Super bowl. The Patriots were playing against the
Seahawks. There wasn't much to do or get around doing in the snowy
streets of Highland Indiana. Eloise hadn't worked in four months, and her
sister Juanita was not talking to her. It was amazing how much they built
cars back in the day. Ford continues to experiment the assembly line to transform
how we live.
Chuck was stuck at
home for the game until the weathers winds would decide for the transportation
from town to town. There was no stopping the snow and it wasn't difficult
to get around in until the words of the wise came in and made it easy to
maneuver through a momentarily unknown sidetrack of Eloise's truck
The
snow storm shifted into a powdery flurry that didn't suit up well with the believers
of hot weather. the keeper of the house was sleeping long hours and
chuck smoke had smoked his fifth cigarette by six am already. he dreamed
of elevator doors opening and closing and long stairwells going into heaven.
there awaiting him were ladies dressed in bikinis holding baseball bats
and hitting homeruns out of the field.
He was running away
from clingy and needy girlfriend Eloise who shouted profanity at him for the
last time.
"Come down for
breakfast Chuck!" shouted his mom from upstairs.
"on way!"
chuck shouted in return.
The rockets' red glare
lyric rocked him out of his sleep with two big thumps hitting the floor shaking
his overflowing ashtray with cigarette butts all over his bed.
"Fuck!"
he screamed.
"I think I've
over stayed my welcome Chuck, I'm leaving." Eloise said.
"Where the hell
is my cleats?" HE asked.
"There are under
the bed." Eloise answered.
The air was bleak and
the red sun sunk low into the meridian. Lake Michigan sprayed cold mists
along the shoreline and Chicago's skyline looked dazzling from a
distance. Over the hills and faraway was the Inland Steel Refinery smoke
stacks and the old pier that reached out for the lakes furthest depths of
water. It was where Chuck Smoke and Eloise shared one more kiss before
their next breach where life swept them into the dreams of a white picketed
fence and house kind of existence.
Fate had new plans
though for Chuck Smoke as his bat and ball began to transform his life into a pros
ball player. Agents called left and right and his family phone rang
constantly off the ringer until their heads rolled off. It was too good
to be true for a 35 year old Chuck Smoke and a history of traumatic injuries to
his shoulder. Never the less this didn't stop the all determined and
diligence that he inherited from his father's side with a loving soft heart
from mothers side of the family.
Women came in and out
of the growing athletes life and while Eloise was away on business long nights
would go into the sunrise at his best friend Walleyes house. He would
tuck the kids in and kiss them good night for a good run of beer and music
played by Phish. Clouds drifted in and out of the morning sky and the
lulls of silence brought mundane blows across the afternoons in the town of
Highland Indiana. Eloise spent one third of her life at a University up
state Indiana while Chuck Smoke studied Engineering and worked on houses while
they were in their early twenties.
Nevertheless life turned them a few cards for the worst and
when the economy sunk to an all time low and jobs grew far and few.
People were losing their houses and their families. Children were
suffering from lack of forgiveness.
education in a country who promises trust in God. Times
here hard and dreams were taken into a baseball career on hold in the early
90's for Chuck Smoke
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