In the movie, Snatch ( one of my all time-favourites) the following conversation transpires:
Tommy: I’m the one who’s got the gun, son. It’s you who I think ought to calm down.
[Errol takes a step forward. Tommy cocks the gun and sticks it right in his face]
Tommy: Go ahead. You want to see if I’ve got the minerals?
[Brick-Top's men don't move as Tommy backs out of the slot parlor, then runs after Turkish]
Now it doesn’t take much to discern what exactly Tommy is referring to when he uses the term ‘minerals’ but dear reader, there is a purpose to all of this.
It’s running close to Midnight on a Saturday night and I’m double timing through an affair with a Law Review write-on paper while my lover - Law School and my wife - The job, continuously and contemporaneously battle for my time and affection. I have never worked so hard in my life. Never. Never been pulled in three directions, slept as little, yet I feel no pain. I’m comfortably numb. In fact I’m riding on a slight wave of euphoria and caffeine-induced legal literary coruscation. If I get absolutely nothing out of this write-on process (which I hope shan’t happen), I can unequivocally say this:
” You know what Life? I know now like I knew then I’ve got the minerals! How do you like them gems?”
