Written By: Anthony Douglas Gere
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Music Provided By: SEMusic
Artistry Selected By: Main Ad Centre
All Material is protected by law under the
licensing of mcwhorter management
marketing manufacturing 2005
Any unauthorized usage and or its likeness
is prohibited by law.
Crock Pot Love
By Anthony Douglas Gere
It’s been a while since I’ve written, and I think it might take a few moments to shake off the
dust or rust in getting into this theory (smile). Its not that I haven’t been inspired or didn’t have
any thoughts circling around and in my extra large head, no not that one you pervert, the one
on my, well you know. But seriously, I’ve had many things happen to me recently, that may
seem wimpy to some, but then again, many can more than likely relate to. You see ever
since I was a little-bit, one thing my grandmother always stressed to me was, family. I mean
throughout my years of fame, stardom, peaks, valleys, and stints in a closet hiding from my
demons and more, the one thing I could always count on was, my family. I’ve never really
appreciated that like I do now, and let me tell you, the elderly, are a lot smarter than you think.
Like now, I’ve been responsible for taking care of my father after my recent retirement, and as
I drive him here and there, back and forth and on the stupidest errands in the world, for some
reason, it just feels right. I mean yeah, I complain about the time consumption, the price of
gas, California traffic, him spilling soda and chips on and in my car or truck, but it just seems
right if you know what I mean. Now, the other day while in the clinic with dear ole dad, a
patient came up to me and asked if I had a minute. Now I don’t know this man, but have
seen him from time to time in the clinic getting his treatments like my dad, three times a
week. I don’t know if many of you have been designated to taking care of someone in your
family besides your children, and understand the demands this takes on your life. I mean
dam, if I knew what I was getting into in signing up for this, I might have taken that job
removing warts off of microscopic poisonous frogs in the Amazon with a pair or nail
clippers or something. This shit aint no joke, and if you are laughing, laugh with me, not
at me, because I have shedded a many tears these past few months. But as this man
walked up to me and said to me, " I think its a wonderful thing how you and your sister
take care of your dad, and how you are there beside him in his current state, driving him
around and such". Well I looked at him with that fake smile many women give men
when they really don’t want to be bothered and said,' I’m just doing what I feel is right,
he is a good man and this is how our family operates". Well after giving this Oscar
worthy performance to a stranger, what I honestly and really wanted to say is, ' Why
don’t you tell this ungrateful motherfucker that, and maybe he can cut short the early
morning drives to check the numbers on his dam lottery ticket he plays every single
day, because I would like to sleep in every once in a while, I’m fuckin' retired!!” But as
I think that thought out of frustration and more than likely wouldn’t say it out of respect,
I start thinking about when i wanted those sneakers as a youth, and the basketball
camps, and lunch money and new clothes I just had to have because, every one who
is someone, had them in the sixth grade, and how he worked his ass off to provide
for me and my sister when he didn’t have to. How when I would sneak out when I
thought him and mom were sleep, and go cruising in the car without a license for no
dam good reason. How he would drive my ass to hospital in the middle of the night
because I had a fever, and he had just logged in a brutal 10-hour day on the docks.
Now to even go further down this rabbit hole, he was not obligated to do any of the
things he did for me, and he could have still been labeled as a good father. But in
thinking now, this is one smart man, because all of the years he invested in raising
my sister, and me he was saving up for a raining day, when he could use us as his
umbrella. Not bad for a man that didn’t go to college, wouldn’t you say?
So now here I am, sitting down, tired, cant return phone calls because I hate driving
and talking on my cell phone at the same time, and missing out on life. Missing out
on the life I thought I was looking forward to after busting my ass for 15 hard fought
years in the trenches of Corporate America, and smelling this Geritol, 25 different pill
taking, Ben-Gay smelling ole fart in my car. The girl I’m with, interested in getting
serious with, wanting to know better and give her the thoughts in my head, yeah that
one, is miles away, doing her best not to over crowd me because she knows what I
am doing now. You see its not like I’m avoiding calls, not returning calls or don’t want
to see and spend time with her, I just don’t have the dam time.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
It’s been a while since I’ve written, and I think it might take a few moments to shake off the
dust or rust in getting into this theory (smile). Its not that I haven’t been inspired or didn’t have
any thoughts circling around and in my extra large head, no not that one you pervert, the one
on my, well you know. But seriously, I’ve had many things happen to me recently, that may
seem wimpy to some, but then again, many can more than likely relate to. You see ever
since I was a little-bit, one thing my grandmother always stressed to me was, family. I mean
throughout my years of fame, stardom, peaks, valleys, and stints in a closet hiding from my
demons and more, the one thing I could always count on was, my family. I’ve never really
appreciated that like I do now, and let me tell you, the elderly, are a lot smarter than you think.
Like now, I’ve been responsible for taking care of my father after my recent retirement, and as
I drive him here and there, back and forth and on the stupidest errands in the world, for some
reason, it just feels right. I mean yeah, I complain about the time consumption, the price of
gas, California traffic, him spilling soda and chips on and in my car or truck, but it just seems
right if you know what I mean. Now, the other day while in the clinic with dear ole dad, a
patient came up to me and asked if I had a minute. Now I don’t know this man, but have
seen him from time to time in the clinic getting his treatments like my dad, three times a
week. I don’t know if many of you have been designated to taking care of someone in your
family besides your children, and understand the demands this takes on your life. I mean
dam, if I knew what I was getting into in signing up for this, I might have taken that job
removing warts off of microscopic poisonous frogs in the Amazon with a pair or nail
clippers or something. This shit aint no joke, and if you are laughing, laugh with me, not
at me, because I have shedded a many tears these past few months. But as this man
walked up to me and said to me, " I think its a wonderful thing how you and your sister
take care of your dad, and how you are there beside him in his current state, driving him
around and such". Well I looked at him with that fake smile many women give men
when they really don’t want to be bothered and said,' I’m just doing what I feel is right,
he is a good man and this is how our family operates". Well after giving this Oscar
worthy performance to a stranger, what I honestly and really wanted to say is, ' Why
don’t you tell this ungrateful motherfucker that, and maybe he can cut short the early
morning drives to check the numbers on his dam lottery ticket he plays every single
day, because I would like to sleep in every once in a while, I’m fuckin' retired!!” But as
I think that thought out of frustration and more than likely wouldn’t say it out of respect,
I start thinking about when i wanted those sneakers as a youth, and the basketball
camps, and lunch money and new clothes I just had to have because, every one who
is someone, had them in the sixth grade, and how he worked his ass off to provide
for me and my sister when he didn’t have to. How when I would sneak out when I
thought him and mom were sleep, and go cruising in the car without a license for no
dam good reason. How he would drive my ass to hospital in the middle of the night
because I had a fever, and he had just logged in a brutal 10-hour day on the docks.
Now to even go further down this rabbit hole, he was not obligated to do any of the
things he did for me, and he could have still been labeled as a good father. But in
thinking now, this is one smart man, because all of the years he invested in raising
my sister, and me he was saving up for a raining day, when he could use us as his
umbrella. Not bad for a man that didn’t go to college, wouldn’t you say?
So now here I am, sitting down, tired, cant return phone calls because I hate driving
and talking on my cell phone at the same time, and missing out on life. Missing out
on the life I thought I was looking forward to after busting my ass for 15 hard fought
years in the trenches of Corporate America, and smelling this Geritol, 25 different pill
taking, Ben-Gay smelling ole fart in my car. The girl I’m with, interested in getting
serious with, wanting to know better and give her the thoughts in my head, yeah that
one, is miles away, doing her best not to over crowd me because she knows what I
am doing now. You see its not like I’m avoiding calls, not returning calls or don’t want
to see and spend time with her, I just don’t have the dam time.