Big Six ……
By ADGere
Okay, okay okay!!!! Now I know I have been gone for a minute or two, but dam
people!!! I mean come on, I am doing the best I can to keep crankin’ out these
theories on a more consistent basis, but by the sounds of the emails I have been
getting lately, that is not nearly enough and I need to try, much much harder. So
without a doubt, never think that I am not up for the challenge to deliver the goods,
and actually thank you all for placing a flame under my ass to put together some
words to make sentences and more with your many emails. So if you really want
some deep true to life shit, here it is. I was trying to spare you from the rough and
raw, but after getting a few emails asking me to step it up a notch; I had to come
out blazin’. So if you are not wanting to read some heavy duty shit, go to another
one, because this one is as real as it gets, and definitely coming from a place I
rarely go to. So now, you have been warned, and let’s get going if you’re coming
and if not, see ya in the next theory. Now for you that have stuck around for the
potent concentrated realness, welcome back ya’ll, and once again, thank you for
allow me to display to you my thoughts, theories upon those same and different
thoughts and all that comes with it. Now as far as that opening line goes, well, we
will get to that shortly, and trust me, it is a doosie, so don’t forget or say that I
didn’t warn you when you read the letter I got the other day. Now in actuality, I
have been mentally writing many theories on a daily basis, but due to some things
I am sure you could care less about that deals with my most intimate personal
life, I have not written down all that have in my mind on paper and the screen until
now. Now, with all of the pleasantries done, let me just say, “What a summer!”
Wasn’t it a great June, July, August and September? I mean regardless if you had
a good, bad or awesome summer, at least we made it through these hot months
alive, and able to live another day and talk about it right? Right! So with that being
said, I guess the topic of “time” has been especially on my mind since recently
losing many people close to me, and just recently after losing family members
and friends, I just lost my one of kind cat I call, Diddy. Well her name isn’t or wasn’
t Diddy really, but actually Pimpin2. Yeah that’s right, I called or named her that
and yes, I am very proud of it. Now even though that was her name, I would
normally shorten it and call her P2 because there is actually another pet of mine I
call and named, Pimpin’, P1 for short, and yes, there is a reason for it. I named
her that for many reasons, but first you must somewhat understand me and my
silly ways. I’m a jokester. I’m the kind of man / guy that makes you laugh
constantly even when I am not making a joke, and also can make you think when
you don’t realize you already are. So if you finish this theory, you will also
remember that last line I just said, you will remember when I remind you towards
the end. But back to the reason why my cat is called what she is called, and it is
because I like to abbreviate things or metamorphosis names all of the time, so if
your name is say, “Tom”, I will associate it with “Tom Thumb” and then break it
down again by calling you, “Inner Finger On Your Hand that’s not One Guy”. I
know, it sounds longer, crazy and more, but it’s my quirky way of giving you an
identifying place in my mental rolodex when speaking, thinking or talking about or
to you. So I called her Diddy because it is just funny and she had many
personalities. Also, seeing how when calling for her a night when I come home, I
don’t want the neighbors or onlookers to hear me yelling,” Pimpin’ Oh Pimpin,
Where Are You?”, because some how, I don’t think that would look right. Think
about it, do you think or how would you enjoy hearing or looking at a six foot six
inch bald headed black man yelling “Pimpin’, Pimpin’ In Tha House Right Now!!”
Would you want to hear that it in your neighborhood? Don’t you think it would
freak you out a little or make you wonder what’s going on over there in his
house? I don’t think that would give off a good example on who I am, what is
really going on and what I think is appropriate. So I shortened Pimpin down to P2,
and then P. Diddy, or just plain ole, Diddy. Now don’t get me wrong, I do think Sean
Combs the person is cool, very cool in fact, and since he changed his name to
Diddy from Puffy, I used to say that my cat was a lot like the infamous NY Rapper /
Designer/ Producer and more because, “Diddy has the keys to the city”. So if you
take the word city and identify it with your home, she was living life like Sean in
my house.
By ADGere
Okay, okay okay!!!! Now I know I have been gone for a minute or two, but dam
people!!! I mean come on, I am doing the best I can to keep crankin’ out these
theories on a more consistent basis, but by the sounds of the emails I have been
getting lately, that is not nearly enough and I need to try, much much harder. So
without a doubt, never think that I am not up for the challenge to deliver the goods,
and actually thank you all for placing a flame under my ass to put together some
words to make sentences and more with your many emails. So if you really want
some deep true to life shit, here it is. I was trying to spare you from the rough and
raw, but after getting a few emails asking me to step it up a notch; I had to come
out blazin’. So if you are not wanting to read some heavy duty shit, go to another
one, because this one is as real as it gets, and definitely coming from a place I
rarely go to. So now, you have been warned, and let’s get going if you’re coming
and if not, see ya in the next theory. Now for you that have stuck around for the
potent concentrated realness, welcome back ya’ll, and once again, thank you for
allow me to display to you my thoughts, theories upon those same and different
thoughts and all that comes with it. Now as far as that opening line goes, well, we
will get to that shortly, and trust me, it is a doosie, so don’t forget or say that I
didn’t warn you when you read the letter I got the other day. Now in actuality, I
have been mentally writing many theories on a daily basis, but due to some things
I am sure you could care less about that deals with my most intimate personal
life, I have not written down all that have in my mind on paper and the screen until
now. Now, with all of the pleasantries done, let me just say, “What a summer!”
Wasn’t it a great June, July, August and September? I mean regardless if you had
a good, bad or awesome summer, at least we made it through these hot months
alive, and able to live another day and talk about it right? Right! So with that being
said, I guess the topic of “time” has been especially on my mind since recently
losing many people close to me, and just recently after losing family members
and friends, I just lost my one of kind cat I call, Diddy. Well her name isn’t or wasn’
t Diddy really, but actually Pimpin2. Yeah that’s right, I called or named her that
and yes, I am very proud of it. Now even though that was her name, I would
normally shorten it and call her P2 because there is actually another pet of mine I
call and named, Pimpin’, P1 for short, and yes, there is a reason for it. I named
her that for many reasons, but first you must somewhat understand me and my
silly ways. I’m a jokester. I’m the kind of man / guy that makes you laugh
constantly even when I am not making a joke, and also can make you think when
you don’t realize you already are. So if you finish this theory, you will also
remember that last line I just said, you will remember when I remind you towards
the end. But back to the reason why my cat is called what she is called, and it is
because I like to abbreviate things or metamorphosis names all of the time, so if
your name is say, “Tom”, I will associate it with “Tom Thumb” and then break it
down again by calling you, “Inner Finger On Your Hand that’s not One Guy”. I
know, it sounds longer, crazy and more, but it’s my quirky way of giving you an
identifying place in my mental rolodex when speaking, thinking or talking about or
to you. So I called her Diddy because it is just funny and she had many
personalities. Also, seeing how when calling for her a night when I come home, I
don’t want the neighbors or onlookers to hear me yelling,” Pimpin’ Oh Pimpin,
Where Are You?”, because some how, I don’t think that would look right. Think
about it, do you think or how would you enjoy hearing or looking at a six foot six
inch bald headed black man yelling “Pimpin’, Pimpin’ In Tha House Right Now!!”
Would you want to hear that it in your neighborhood? Don’t you think it would
freak you out a little or make you wonder what’s going on over there in his
house? I don’t think that would give off a good example on who I am, what is
really going on and what I think is appropriate. So I shortened Pimpin down to P2,
and then P. Diddy, or just plain ole, Diddy. Now don’t get me wrong, I do think Sean
Combs the person is cool, very cool in fact, and since he changed his name to
Diddy from Puffy, I used to say that my cat was a lot like the infamous NY Rapper /
Designer/ Producer and more because, “Diddy has the keys to the city”. So if you
take the word city and identify it with your home, she was living life like Sean in
my house.
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