Paul Ruffin passed away in 2016. I didn’t find out until yesterday, and I got down my copy of Jesus in the Mist and read my favorite two stories. This is probably my favorite line in the book.
I was reminded, when making way towards the end of Jesus in the Mist, how difficult it is to end a good story. Any story. I was also reminded that while Paul Ruffin is no longer with us, Grover Johnson is still lighting out for any town in between Jackson and Jackson with a Walmart in it, with his vaporizer and red spotlight and whatever slivers of Jesus he still has left to hang from his tailgate.
RIP Paul Ruffin.