monologue

The meaning of life is simple. Be fair, play ball and don't ever let the other guy see you fall.  That's what happened to me kid, I fell. I crumbled. I was ashes in a dust pile going straight to hell. I was left for the vultures, metaphorically and i had to fight to get back on top of things. My ideologies, my philosophy, me. I'm not fully back yet, but I'll get there. I'm not worried. Well, that's not completely true. I am a little worried at the moment, because, you see there's a colt .45 lodged in my mouth right now, jamming atop the roof of my mouth. What I say is muffed. (camera angle) *muffled dialogue*. but i can still think. How I got in this situation? I really don't know. All I wanted was to write a book