Tarp Roller's philosophy of life
HUGE Wave Tarp Roller’s size 13 worn leather boot pushed on the door of the treatment center. His leg swung out, propping open the door like a pine tree. His face was obscured by a stack of t-shirts and books with his nose poking out from his Pono cap (1). Sunglasses shielded the glare on the eye he’d lost in a knife attack years ago. At six foot five he had to dip his head through the door. The quarter back of the Cardinals championship 73’ team had tackled his childhood emotional Trauma. His self esteem was dented but beginning to push in a new direction. His comeback was underway. No more dwelling on a childhood growing up mostly naked in a swamp in Louisiana as somehow not good enough. He began to understand we are all the same, just many shades of the same cloth. He found a way inside himself, picking apart the gordian knot twisted around his being, held together with karmic cycles of intergenerational trauma. The light of knowing was all the knife he needed to cut the kno
