Blood for Dust (2023)

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m*therf*cker.

m*therf*cker! Agh!

Stupid m*therf*cker!

Look, our boy

needs that money.

Did you try Prairie Mountain

or, uh, Central Bank

over there by Second Ave.?

Montana Federal.

Was the same thing.

Look, Amy, our house is more

than enough collateral,

even if we have

refinanced before.

Well, bankers

don't seem to think so.

He needs that money.

You'll find a way.

You always do.

We've been through this before.

This isn't any different.

Yeah.

Can you make it tonight?

Look, I'll try.

It'll help.

You know, it may not seem

like it, but it will help.

Yeah.

AED stands for "automated

external defibrillator."

It's an AED.

It's a medical device

we use when a person

is in cardiac arrest.

So, what happens

if you don't apply the goo?

Let's just say,

always apply the goo.

But you're trying

to sell us something

that we can all do

with our hands.

What do you call that?

CPR.

Oh, the CPR.

Well, not even

the best-intentioned palms

can deliver a pulse

of life-saving electricity.

Hmm.

Cliff Ackerson.

Don Falstaff.

Thanks for being there

today, Don.

I know your schedule's

really busy.

It is. It is.

You been doing this long?

Uh, sales? STX?

Not as long as I'd like.

Bill Mueller

still the overlord there?

You know Bill?

Part of the herd.

Boulder Buffs.

All right.

Do any sales

in the Boise area?

Sure. Yeah, I'm...

all over Midwest,

Northwest, uh, Alberta,

all the way up to

Saskatchewan even.

Good companies

are buyin' up everywhere,

so hopefully here in Wyoming's

crown jewel as well.

And I used to work for E&P

a few years ago.

Swore you sold us

some hard drives.

Company called Meridian,

if I recall?

Uh, I don't really mess

with data storage.

Hard drives are a hard sell.

I'm pretty sure it was you.

Yeah, well...

that's the peddlin' job hazard.

You know, we all start

to look the same.

But sorry, you must have me

confused with someone else.

I don't get confused

very often.

Well, I'm sorry to catch you

on an off day, Don.

Cliff.

How'd it go?

Okay.

It was, um...

It was okay.

Hmm.

Sorry about

missing last night.

Are you?

Sorry. I... I know

your schedule isn't your own.

Did it help?

Always does.

But if you'd been there...

I know.

I'm just trying to get us

into the black.

You know there are more

important things than that.

I know.

But the companies that we owe

don't care about family.

They don't.

But I do.

I'll be there next time.

I promise.

I don't need you

to promise.

I just want you to try.

Guide all here today,

children and parent alike.

Teach them to not waver

and remain ever faithful

to Your love.

Spread over them

Your protecting mantle

when danger, illness,

or temptation threatens them.

Keep all firm

when they are about to stray

from the path of virtue.

And if they should fall,

reconcile them

with Your divine son

and restore them to grace.

What exactly is the AED?

Well, this is something...

High-level stress conditions.

Is your manager here?

All right, I'll see ya.

Take care.

And, um... what's my take

on the Sun Vista sale?

That's it? Off the gross?

No. No, no. It's-- it's...

it's a fine sale.

Thank you, Pam.

No, I appreciate it.

Yep. Mm-hmm.

You too.

Always with your back

to the action.

Just focused on

what's important.

f*ck you are.

Aw, sh*t,

you must've made a sale,

or you'd still be in that

sh*t hotel eating in bed.

Glad you remember

how I celebrate.

Never understood

why you came here.

Food's crap.

Girls ain't much better.

Then why

are you here, Ricky?

'Cause I don't got to

take any of these girls

out to dinner prior.

Who you peddling for?

Circadian STX.

Out of Boise?

Mm-mm, Spokane.

Yeah,

guess they would be.

Well...

let me buy a fellow

good ol' boy a beer.

Toast to the man

whose numbers

always made me feel

better about my own.

Finally, I said, f*ck it.

What am I doing?

Convincing poor widows

to buy a product

I wouldn't take

if it was given to me.

You know,

if there's money in it,

or money to be made off it,

I can believe in it.

But this company had me

and my team by the balls.

Receipt payout

after a four-week audit.

A bunch of middle managers

managing middle managers.

Ten times worse than

our time at Meridian.

So, I left

and never looked back.

Did you leave

or d'you get fired?

Uh, you know they both

result in the same thing.

What does, uh...

STX sell anyway?

Automated external

defibrillators.

- Heart zappers.

- f*ck.

Selling the possibility

of escaping a death

that may never come.

That's a hard sell.

It is. It is.

Do you like it?

Does it matter?

What was your take today?

Not nearly as much

as I need.

Well, then...

it matters.

Nice.

But?

I know when

I'm being sold something.

New truck.

Shittin' 100-dollar bills

all night.

What're you sellin'?

Just a way to make money.

I just made money.

No. No, Cliff.

The last time

me and you partnered up,

it didn't end so well.

Wasn't our fault

Mark cracked.

None of us saw the cash

we should've.

Man f*cked it all up

by doing what he did.

He took the blame.

Yeah, well, that ain't

no burden for a dead man.

Wasn't a burden,

it was a favor.

f*ck.

I know you two downed

a lot of beers back in the day,

but dead or not, when's taking

all our money a favor?

What's your product?

So, you're interested then?

Only if I know

what you're selling.

Well...

give me a call

when you want to find out.

I could use a man

don't mind breaking the rules.

Hello?

Bill?

Cliff.

The reason

I called you down here

is because I got

a phone call from

an ol' college buddy of mine

down at Dinsco.

Yeah. No, I... I met Don.

He spearheaded

a tough crowd down there.

Well, Don told me a few things

that's got me a little worried.

A perfect pitch

can't make the stubborn buy.

Ain't about no pitch, Cliff.

It's about your time

at Meridian.

And some money

that's still missing.

I didn't know

Don worked at Meridian.

He didn't.

But the people I call on

still do.

It's easy for them

to blame a salesman

who isn't there.

Meridian merged territories

so I felt like my skills--

Don't try to sell me on that.

Meridian didn't merge

no territories.

They walked in one morning

to find some accountant

with his brains blew

all over the f*cking wall.

The same accountant

that oversaw the team

you sold with.

Did they tell you that

that accountant was responsible?

They did.

For some of it.

But what matters now is

you're still sellin' for me.

And you ain't told

a damn soul about it.

So, I'm supposed

to tell you

about a past coworker

who stole some money

and then decided

to swallow a b*llet?

You never told me

you was working for them.

Left that

off your resume, Cliff.

What kind of

innocent man does that?

Oh, now I'm involved

because I didn't update

a piece of paper?

You're involved

because a CSO

of a Fortune 500

told me you and some others

were doin' things

you shouldn't have been doin'.

Listen, Bill.

I've been peddling

your hard-to-push products,

making less than a f*cking

waitress for months.

I'm not on the phone.

I'm not a CSO.

I am a faithful salesman

for this company--

It ain't

about faith, Cliff.

That's bad business.

No business is good business.

You know that.

Careful what you say.

Advance my Sun Vista Airlines

commission plus 20 percent,

and you won't have to

find out what I know.

Increasing and falsifying

depreciation lengths

for defibs that you

haven't sold in years.

Half.

Half the commission

on the Sun Vista Airlines...

Bill? Bill?

You're done, Cliff.

It's me paying for

something that I don't need.

Look around.

You're a paper industry and

working in an evolving market.

I'll bring new technology,

a vast understanding

of the territory,

connections

in the agricultural field.

Hell, your computer

hasn't been updated since--

Since you and I sold

that piece of sh*t to my dad.

You know why I kept it?

So folks that don't know

what we do around here

think it's an office.

Paper business?

Damn right I'm in it.

Every stack here

is a dollar made

or about to be made.

It's white paper for green.

No better business than that.

Which I will further

monetize and capitalize.

You know my background.

You know my sales record.

Hell, you know I even

worked cattle and pens.

You worked cattle

and pens?

Well, yeah.

You know why my hat

sits crown-side down?

You know what Bang's disease is?

You know the difference between

a roan and an appaloosa?

You know I can learn

cattle breeds quick.

Those are

f*cking horses, Cliff.

Look, Gus.

I called you because

we go way back.

No, you called me

because someone found out

you had a hand

in the Meridian cookie jar.

We all had our hands

in that cookie jar.

I know why mine

was in there.

Yours?

I'm guessing greed.

Don't high-road me.

I know what happened

to your son...

and I'm sorry.

But...

I got out early and clean.

No, you were smart

enough to listen to me

and get out clean.

I didn't have to warn you then

and I shouldn't have

to remind you now.

You stepped out of a con

at a crooked company

into, what I remember,

it wasn't exactly

an above-the-board

family business.

Now, that's gotta be worth

something right now.

Look, all I need

is something that pays.

I am beggin'.

I don't need a salesman.

I wanted to offer you

my years of experience

as well as my Rolodex

to continue the growth

over at your company and...

Mm-hmm. Okay.

Nah... You don't even know

what I'm offering yet.

Okay.

Well, I appreciate your time.

f*ck.

I'm calling from Spokane.

Nah, I think we spoke

about a year ago.

Well, no. Actually, the reason

I'm calling today is, uh,

to see if you guys needed

any salesmen over there.

Yeah, I understand.

Okay.

All right. Well, Jim,

it was nice talking to you.

sh**t .44 Magnums

and Specials.

Only carries six,

but you only need one

to drop whatever it is

you're aiming at.

What are

your clients aiming at?

Whatever

they don't like.

Beretta M92F,

15-round mag,

seen on the hip

of every GI since '89.

GLOCK 20, short recoil,

double action,

Plain Jane,

but just as reliable.

Classic Bulldog .44 Special.

No frills, snub-nosed,

preferred by

just about everybody,

including the Son of Sam.

That fun fact

sell a lot of those?

Oh, you'd be surprised.

You spin it to the boy

who wants to k*ll, then yes.

You spin it to the gal

who wants to stop the boy

from k*lling,

then also yes.

I'm afraid to ask

if any of this is legal.

Then don't ask.

Whoo!

This isn't your first rodeo.

Deer. Pheasant.

Odd coyote or two.

Barrel's usually longer

and the target's moving.

Well...

I didn't think you'd call me.

Neither did I.

How'd you meet these clients?

I was running g*ns

to ex-cons on the Hi-Line.

Highway 2 from Whitefish

out to Wolf Point

where you can crisscross the

border with f*cking bells on,

ain't no one gonna stop you.

And I met this certain crowd

that started buying

a sh*t ton of metal.

Six-sh**t, shells,

automatics, semis,

you name it.

Anyway... they kept expanding

and I kept selling.

We got to talking, decided

to merge our ventures.

Whenever I cross county lines

or the border for a client,

rival or not,

I drop a little merchandise off

for 'em.

You're an arms dealer

who sells dr*gs, Ricky.

I sell products

that sell themselves.

That's one way to put it.

What do you need me for?

I'm a good ol' boy

in a nice truck

that doesn't get pulled over

by highway patrol

or piss off any

of the cartels or MCs

that route through

the Truck Stop State.

I need another one.

I'm not a drug runner.

You do the same

as one every day of the week,

just different product

in your trunk.

What I sold was legal.

Yeah, sure as sh*t was.

Now you're here.

Risks?

Gettin' caught.

How much?

I'll make a call.

Expected you earlier.

Well, you know how it is.

Well...

you always say that,

I never do.

This him?

Yeah. Uh, Louis, John,

meet Cliff.

Gentlemen.

Gentlemen?

Gentlemen?

Are you f*cking kidding me?

You know I don't kid

when it comes to money.

He'd show up

at Ruby's, knock on the door,

and they'd know

the f*cking DEA was there.

Or he was just some schlub

peddling aluminum siding.

Well, Ruby knows that the,

uh, Feds don't put their narcs

in Haggar slacks.

And I've peddled

aluminum siding.

You never show up

unannounced.

Hm.

You travel I-90?

All the time.

How often?

Dozen times. Maybe more.

In the past year?

Past week.

Listen, John,

Cliff's, uh, he's--

I'm used to

a route and a routine.

I know every motel owner,

burger flipper,

and waitress

from here to Baker.

Nobody's ever asked

or wanted to know

what was in my trunk.

And if they did,

all they'd find

is a bunch of heart zappers

in boxes.

He's the perfect cover.

A middle-aged schlub

driving a shitty Bonneville.

Oldsmobile.

It doesn't f*cking matter

what kind of car you drive.

The only thing that matters

is that you are a man

no one would expect.

Did you expect me tonight?

The balls on this guy.

What do you think?

I'll put my take on it.

Anything goes wrong,

it's yours.

Oh, sh*t.

All right.

Ricky, you ride with him.

Make sure the siding salesman

just doesn't get up to anything.

Yeah. Well, I can't.

I'm driving up to Kalispell.

Send Antonio.

The thing is, uh,

Antonio wouldn't be seen drivin'

with Northern Exposure

over here.

Slim. Send Slim.

Skin color

matches the profession.

All right.

Give me your keys.

What you're carrying,

it isn't yours.

It's ours.

And we don't like anybody

that takes what's ours.

Anybody who takes what's ours,

we find anything

remotely close to them,

and we take it back.

Now I'm gonna say this once,

and only once.

You f*ck with us,

and you and everything

you are connected to will die.

You got me?

You don't have to acknowledge.

You don't have to say you agree.

You don't have to nod your head.

'Cause the second I tell

Antonio here to let you up,

you are in agreement,

and you and I, we are in a deal.

f*ck!

Car'll be ready tomorrow.

Isn't Dickinson

Jim's territory?

It's just overflow.

Jim needs some help, and so

if anything comes of it,

then we'll split commissions.

Are you

going through Grass Range?

Probably I-90 through Billings.

You should call her.

My sales schedule's

really tough.

So, I just... I don't know

if there's gonna be time.

Well, you haven't seen

the boys in a while.

You know,

it's been rough for them.

It's been rough for us.

But you know we have

each other to get through it.

She doesn't.

Ruby's happens tomorrow.

Slim knows

where you need to be.

You drop it off,

you bring it back.

That's all there is to it.

Okay. Um...

We'll be safe.

I don't give

a f*ck about your safety.

You bring the bricks to Ruby's,

you get the money,

everyone will be happy.

For the unexpected.

How often

does the unexpected happen?

Didn't take you

for a country fan.

I'm not.

- Thank you.

- Mm-hm.

Can I get some ketchup,

please?

Next rest stop,

pull over.

There's a gas station

just a couple miles up the road.

Next rest stop.

Not before.

All right, well,

I'm gonna go take a piss.

Wait.

What?

Who is that?

Don't know.

It's been on us since lunch.

Where's your g*n?

In the glove box.

Just be friendly.

And don't lean forward.

Howdy.

Howdy.

You have a light?

Uh, no. Sorry,

I don't-- I don't smoke.

He's got a light.

Huh.

Most appreciated.

Wh-- where you

coming from? Bozeman?

Close. Three Forks.

Yeah. No, I, uh...

I know it well.

Lewis and Clark Inn.

Got great cinnamon rolls.

That so? Okay. Cool.

Thanks, fellas.

Yeah, sure thing.

Keep it

where you can reach it.

Don't you think

that's a little exposed?

Nope.

Ford Bronco, I think.

Or a Blazer. Brown.

Mid-'80s, maybe.

I don't think so.

Just a kid sucking a Winston.

Asked us for a light.

If he was gonna hit us,

he would've done it

then and there.

Because that's when

I would've done it.

Where are my keys?

Uh, the keys?

I was gonna take the car.

Car stays.

I'm going

to meet someone.

No one's stopping you.

Okay.

Come on, keep going.

What are you doing?

Jump over.

I'm sh**ting them.

Oh.

Get back up. There you go.

You boys have gotten big.

Hey, Simon.

How's it going, buddy?

Good to see ya.

Get over there. I won't

take you from your game.

Right there.

See that?

How you doin', Kyle?

I'm fine.

You still playin' hockey?

Yeah.

Hey, boys.

Why don't you go outside

and play?

Score!

I kept hoping

that you'd stop.

That I'd be on shift,

and you'd walk

through the doors,

we'd pick up

where we left off.

Just a quick trip to come visit

our godsons,

and check up on you.

See how you're doin'.

The same feeling

I got when you called.

That it was about us.

That you remembered

what we had.

I never forgot

what we had.

No?

No.

Forgetting is

different than hiding.

One's innocent

and the other's a deception.

Well, you had a lot more

to hide than just us.

Mark got involved

with Meridian

because we needed money.

So did you.

He was helping his friend

and his family.

Amy sent us money.

Did you know that?

Rebecca, come on.

We both knew

it was a mistake.

But I loved you.

You didn't even say goodbye.

Does she know you're here?

Yeah. She does.

Keeping her in the dark

is what you do best.

Tell Amy that I'm okay.

So are the kids.

That she should save her money

for her own family.

Come on, Simon.

What're you doing?

I'm glad she's doing okay.

Yeah. Um, me too.

Are you in Dickinson?

No. Um, I'm headed there now.

Travel safe,

and call me when you get there.

- I love you.

- Yeah. All right.

I love you too.

Where's Ricky?

He couldn't make it.

f*ck, brother.

Whoo!

What the f*ck, Ricky?

f*ck, Cliff!

f*ck, how's that for

a f*cking score, man?

f*ck! f*ck! sh*t!

Whoo! f*ck!

What the f*ck?

You don't look so good.

Where were you? Huh?

How the f*ck did you get there?

All right,

don't worry about it.

You needed me.

So everyone was lookin' at me,

so they weren't payin' attention

to what you were doing, right?

Man, you act like it's you

who's done me a favor.

If it weren't for me, you'd be

in that f*cking strip joint,

eating a burger alone.

Quit your moanin'.

You presented a solution

to my problem.

Of what? Huh?

f*cking over your partner?

I needed you...

so I could be halfway

across the state

selling a*mo

to the same cartel

they're gonna think

k*lled Slim.

You happy?

So what? This is

part of some f*cking plan?

One part, yeah.

You gotta be

f*cking kidding me.

Wait right here.

sh*t.

f*ck.

Whoo!

You plan on

k*lling me next? Huh?

He was a tweaker who would've

snorted all that by sundown.

I did him a favor.

He kept good tabs on you,

though.

Why not tell me

from the start?

Ah, 'cause you can

only sell a lie

about something

you've done, Cliff.

Not something

you're about to do.

Yeah, well, you sold

that lie pretty f*cking well.

I didn't sell sh*t.

I just put you in the room.

Let me in

on the full sale,

or I'm walking

with that duffel bag.

Hey, easy. Easy.

I'm sure your g*n is right

where Slim told you to put it.

As far as hombres go,

Slim wasn't one of the worst,

but fact of the matter is,

you don't keep your g*n

under your front seat.

You keep it on you.

Wouldn't it be easier

if my back was turned?

I don't care

which way you're facing.

You tell me

what you have in mind...

and I'll tell you whether or not

I want to be a part of it.

Yeah. Well, if puking

your guts out

for the last hour and a half

is calming,

then yeah, I'm pretty

f*cking calm.

Listen.

I'm not sure of anything.

All I know is

there was shaved heads

and Slim yelled something

like that before I ran.

Yeah, well,

it didn't feel right.

Like f*cking clockwork.

You see this sh*t?

Television marketing.

It's gonna make men like you

a thing of the past, huh?

You think what you're doing

doesn't have an expiration date?

Course it does.

Why do you think I'm doing this?

Get out, get out big.

Well, anyway,

let's see if two good ol' boys

made the nine o'clock.

Hello.

You've reached Cliff...

...- Amy...

- ...and Daniel.

We're away--

Hey. Slim's too.

Grab everything he had.

Yeah, it's Ricky.

Same place.

Tomorrow at eight.

Bring enough for the...

for the whole sale.

Where to?

Easier if I drive.

Where to?

Left out of the lot.

What you want,

a f*cking address?

It's a house here in Billings.

A place where

we'll have the upper hand.

Satisfied?

These all look empty.

Not according to

the building department.

Gotta seem occupied

or about to be

to launder off

the American dream.

Buy a house in cash.

Instant equity.

Cash-out loan from your banker

who cares more about numbers

than he does the home

you're supposedly buying,

and bam, you're clean.

Build a bunch

like my client here

and wash, rinse, repeat.

Leaving your clients

more money for g*ns and dr*gs.

Oh, not always about

where the money comes from

but where it goes.

Is this one yours?

Not yet.

What you did

to that kid... and Slim.

How do I know you're not

gonna do that to me?

Well, you should be

thanking me that kid's gone.

He was the only other one

except for me

that knew about Mark's wife.

I knew you two were buds,

but I didn't know

you were banging her.

That was a long time ago.

Yeah.

If that's the way

you want to play it.

You know...

I'll never know why that

son of a bitch Mark joined us.

He joined us...

because I asked him to.

f*ck.

Let me get this straight.

That man k*lled himself

because of something

you told him to do,

and you were f*cking his wife?

f*ck. That's cold.

Yeah, sh*t. Well...

he was a godsend at first.

And then...

And then you invited

too many people on

and you made the scheme too big.

Yeah,

'course I made it big.

Making it big makes us money.

It made Mark take the fall.

And I'm thankful for that.

And you should be too.

Every scheme needs a scapegoat

doesn't know he is one.

It's always best if it's the man

closest to the accounts.

So, the kid...

and Slim...

and Mark...

they were just another way out.

Another out.

Another loose end.

One less share to dole out.

Take your pick.

Which one of those

have you chosen for me?

None.

How do I know that?

I left the guarantee

business long time ago.

But I'll make

an exception for you.

If I wanted you gone...

you'd be gone.

I need to piss.

1031 Crestwood Drive.

'Cause I know when

it's in my best interest

to tell the truth.

Look, you told me

that you don't like

when people take

what's yours, right?

Well, Ricky did just that.

Nothing's taken yet,

especially since I'm telling you

how to get it back.

Well, then I'll expect you--

Hey! Come on!

Then I'll expect

that you'll be leaving soon.

See, this is why

you don't want to get married.

Don't gotta run off

and check in.

She suspect anything?

No.

She trusts me, so...

she never does.

You owe me four bucks.

You want it right now?

Hey,

what did that, uh...

what did that guy Kurtis,

what did he have

inscribed on his desk plaque

at Meridian?

"Patience with persistence."

Ha! Yeah, that was it.

Ah, some bullshit

engraved in brass.

He sold a lot.

A lot more than any of us.

He sold to

his old college buddies.

Just pushed a POS form

to any pecker from Alpha Beta

and they'd sign.

Persistence, my ass.

You wanna keep on?

Sell the hardest thing to the

most pigheaded man in the room?

You ever do that?

Yeah, what was it?

What was it?

I'm not talking about product.

Ah, what was your hardest sell?

At Meridian?

Nah. Anywhere.

Anytime.

Man, you know what mine was?

Selling some cooked-up memory

of my old man

to my stubborn-ass mule grandma.

First time,

when my mom was driving,

we were getting

our stories straight.

The level of detail

was important,

she always said.

You embellish it too much,

and you can't

keep track of it all.

Not enough, well,

she'll sniff out a lie.

Yeah.

And my mom always

sent me in first

and my grandma

would fuss over me.

Pouring out...

piss-warm Dr. Pepper

while I convinced her

the bruises

were from something else.

That her, uh, darling boy

would never thrash me or my mom.

Never, uh, steal embalming fluid

just to get f*cking high.

Never run off.

And if he did,

he'd come back again.

Well, each time

she bought what I hustled,

the bar was raised...

so that I had to work twice

as hard for the next sale.

The next, uh... next lie.

Yeah.

That was my hardest sell.

Selling those lies

to that old woman for years

just to protect

some son of a bitch

who used to b*at on me.

You didn't peddle trust.

You sold her hope.

Ignorance, more like it.

Sometimes

that's just as valuable.

You see, you sold her

what she wanted to hear.

The truth she needed.

It's the same thing

I sell my wife,

and will continue to sell

until I need her to stop buyin'.

There's a world

that she deserves.

Until I can get that for her,

all I can do is...

keep my stories straight,

keep the details,

so that I remain the provider

that she thinks I am.

I'm just like you, Ricky.

Setting one up to make

the next one more challenging.

That's what

a good salesman does.

He takes that lie...

and turns around

and sells it himself.

Yeah.

Maybe we should get that

engraved in brass.

Put it on our desks.

I don't think you'll

be sitting behind a desk

for a while.

Yeah, no sh*t.

Neither of us will be.

All right.

Bring 'em in.

So you got us

doing this here?

Yeah.

All right.

We can do business.

Knew we could.

How many?

Thirty for 500 grand.

That's a steal.

You're the one on

the sh*t end of that stick.

Then your hands are

clean for a damn good price.

Yeah.

It comes cheap,

it comes with problems.

Price is low.

And that's all there is to it.

All right.

Show 'em.

What the f*ck?

Son of a f*cking--

Who is it?!

It's John and Louis.

They just showed up.

f*ck.

f*ck.

Oh...

f*ck.

Oh, m*therf*cker.

I'm sorry.

How'd it go?

It went well.

Really well.

Hm.

He'll love these.

Especially this one.

Yeah.

. ..and we all have

them in our lives!

Our modern form

of the gigantic Philistine.

And it's a defining moment

to face our Goliaths.

To battle him.

Over and over.

Because we don't have slings.

We don't have stones.

We have God.

Honesty.

Those around us.

And there will be moments when

you need to face your Goliath

and decide whether to put on

the armor of Christ,

or allow yourself to succumb.

And that defining moment

was told

in Ephesians chapter 6,

verses 11-13.

It reads,

"Therefore, put on

the full armor of God,

so that when

the day of evil comes,

you may be able

to stand your ground."

And that day of evil will come.

You need to ask,

will you fight?

Will you arm yourself with God?

With courage?

Arm yourself with honesty?

Will you decide

to stand your ground?