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Eleven Fifty Nine
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Just another night on the home front, and I'm flipping channels in search of
who knows what, on the old trusty boob tube. I've gone from ESPN, to the
Discovery Channel. From syndicated re-runs on Nick-At-Nite, to the
Insomniac Theater Marathon showing vintage black and white Bogart
movies and Westerns. Infomercials are dominating the slots on the guide
moving vertically upward, and early morning cartoons are starting to
intervene, with the Television Evangelist, spreading the Gospel to those
awake this time of night. My dogs are asleep, the noise pollution is non-
existent, and my dumb fat ass has had way too much coffee during the day,
and thinking way too much about nothing. Thinking about what I didn't
accomplish the day before, and the things I haven't yet attempted when and if
I ever go to sleep and wake up. I want to do a little bit of work while lying in
bed, but feeling a bit too lethargic to get started. I'm wanting to sleep, but I'm
not rally tired. I can’t call anyone because its a bit too late. Besides, my
friends would think I'm nuts, my family usually goes to sleep around the time
I come in and just get started with dinner, and my cell phone with all of the
phone numbers of people I can talk to somewhere else is the world with
numbers I haven't yet memorized, is across the room on the got-dam
charger charging. My girl lying next to me is reminding me of the Iron-man
competition, because she is sawing more logs than Weyerhauser Paper
Company. This woman is snoring and resembling the mating call f the
Siberian Mountain Moose. I'm wanting to wake her up just to be
mischievous, playful and give her a hard time, but know she would kill me if I
did. You see I snore a little bit myself sometimes. Really, but I'm not that
drastic mind you. I don't get to the point where you need ear plugs or cotton
in your ears, but I've been know to have something to do with sucking out all
of the oxygen in a room, when I get in one of those grooves. But I'm going to
let her sleep, because she has an early day tomorrow, so waking her up
would be rude. I also cant push it because I got my dose of good lovin' for
the night before she dosed off, and for once after putting my nut in the shell,
didn't dose off myself before her, when the blood returned to my other
extremities. So as I start recalling my mental rolodex on the movies I might
want to put in the VCR player (I hate DVDs), I scan the channel guide one
more time, to see if I missed something coming on worth watching. As I
read the titles and skimmed through the description underneath the bold
print on what’s the movie about and who's in it, the actress, excuse me,
female actors name," Drew Barrymore" caught my attention. I’ve always
liked her movies and the ones she’s played in, but admire her more for
being one the first modern females to own and operate her own
production company in Hollywood. A modern day Mary Pickford or Lucille
Ball. she’s a pretty smart cookie that Drew. I mean yeah, her dad was the
man back in the day, and had a lot of pull in Hollywierd. But besides
obviously learning from dear ole dad and catching a few early breaks in
blockbuster movies as a child, she had and has to be pretty dam sharp to
do what she is doing now. So i seriously have to give Ms. Barrymore her
due on the business side, along with being a fine actress. Oops, excuse
me, female actor. The movie "Ever After" is coming on, and its a pretty cool
flick. I actually own a copy of it, and have seen it plenty of times. But I'm
awake, don't feel like getting up, nothing else is on, and decide to watch it
again when it starts in a few minutes. So as I get comfortable and re-adjust
myself in the bed quietly and prepare to watch this classic, I felt I would write
down this theory, and share this moment with you.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Just another night on the home front, and I'm flipping channels in search of
who knows what, on the old trusty boob tube. I've gone from ESPN, to the
Discovery Channel. From syndicated re-runs on Nick-At-Nite, to the
Insomniac Theater Marathon showing vintage black and white Bogart
movies and Westerns. Infomercials are dominating the slots on the guide
moving vertically upward, and early morning cartoons are starting to
intervene, with the Television Evangelist, spreading the Gospel to those
awake this time of night. My dogs are asleep, the noise pollution is non-
existent, and my dumb fat ass has had way too much coffee during the day,
and thinking way too much about nothing. Thinking about what I didn't
accomplish the day before, and the things I haven't yet attempted when and if
I ever go to sleep and wake up. I want to do a little bit of work while lying in
bed, but feeling a bit too lethargic to get started. I'm wanting to sleep, but I'm
not rally tired. I can’t call anyone because its a bit too late. Besides, my
friends would think I'm nuts, my family usually goes to sleep around the time
I come in and just get started with dinner, and my cell phone with all of the
phone numbers of people I can talk to somewhere else is the world with
numbers I haven't yet memorized, is across the room on the got-dam
charger charging. My girl lying next to me is reminding me of the Iron-man
competition, because she is sawing more logs than Weyerhauser Paper
Company. This woman is snoring and resembling the mating call f the
Siberian Mountain Moose. I'm wanting to wake her up just to be
mischievous, playful and give her a hard time, but know she would kill me if I
did. You see I snore a little bit myself sometimes. Really, but I'm not that
drastic mind you. I don't get to the point where you need ear plugs or cotton
in your ears, but I've been know to have something to do with sucking out all
of the oxygen in a room, when I get in one of those grooves. But I'm going to
let her sleep, because she has an early day tomorrow, so waking her up
would be rude. I also cant push it because I got my dose of good lovin' for
the night before she dosed off, and for once after putting my nut in the shell,
didn't dose off myself before her, when the blood returned to my other
extremities. So as I start recalling my mental rolodex on the movies I might
want to put in the VCR player (I hate DVDs), I scan the channel guide one
more time, to see if I missed something coming on worth watching. As I
read the titles and skimmed through the description underneath the bold
print on what’s the movie about and who's in it, the actress, excuse me,
female actors name," Drew Barrymore" caught my attention. I’ve always
liked her movies and the ones she’s played in, but admire her more for
being one the first modern females to own and operate her own
production company in Hollywood. A modern day Mary Pickford or Lucille
Ball. she’s a pretty smart cookie that Drew. I mean yeah, her dad was the
man back in the day, and had a lot of pull in Hollywierd. But besides
obviously learning from dear ole dad and catching a few early breaks in
blockbuster movies as a child, she had and has to be pretty dam sharp to
do what she is doing now. So i seriously have to give Ms. Barrymore her
due on the business side, along with being a fine actress. Oops, excuse
me, female actor. The movie "Ever After" is coming on, and its a pretty cool
flick. I actually own a copy of it, and have seen it plenty of times. But I'm
awake, don't feel like getting up, nothing else is on, and decide to watch it
again when it starts in a few minutes. So as I get comfortable and re-adjust
myself in the bed quietly and prepare to watch this classic, I felt I would write
down this theory, and share this moment with you.