Hearsay, Listening to That Other Person
By Anthony Douglas Gere
This has got to be, one of the most strangest and routine revelations I have
ever encountered that basically, sums many things up for you and I in this
theory. First off, biscuit took one of my shoes, and I couldn’t find it. You see I
have this one particular pair of shoes, that were once very very nice, but
through time and comfort, became my all around, walk around the house,
weeding the yard, answering the door bell type of shoes. These are the ones
that somehow, were made for just you, or me, and they fit every bump, bunion,
callous or perfectly flawed metacarpal, in your lower extremities. They just fit,
nothing more, nothing less. Well I went looking for them the other day, and
knew biscuit had gotten a hold of them after I threw them off and jumped into
the bathtub, and ran out of the room like she knew, I needed them later on. But
in knowing her small puppy size and the size of the one shoe (I wear size 13’s),
I knew she wouldn’t go as far as her little puppy attention span will allow her in
playing with my shoe, like one of her millions of toys scattered all over the
house she plays with, every now and then. So I wasn’t really worried about
finding or locating it, but just laughing in a serious way on the inside, that this
bitch is just being her, and soon this phase in her canine life, would change
when she grows up a bit. Well anyway, this one day when I was going to go out
in my yard and basically act like I know what I am doing while basically
watching the dogs run and catch some sun while being domestically
productive, I went looking for this shoe to put on. I looked everywhere I could
imagine, and couldn’t find the shoe. I went in CJ’s room, the kitchen,
bathrooms, sauna, the dogs’ room, my office, hat room, and the other four
bedrooms and could not find this dam shoe. So now I am pissed, not wanting to
destroy another pair of shoes, but more importantly, wanting to find my
comfortable ones, and yeah, I am now, on a shoe mission in my own house. But
something inside of me keep saying, "AD, if you clean up the things you have
been promising yourself you would do, you will find this shoe." I swear, this
little voice inside of me, kept saying that, and I knew it was true, but wanted to
take the easy way out, and just find the dam thing or have it fall in my lap some
how. Haven’t you ever heard that, "where in the world did that faint but strong
voice come from moments?" One of those voices that comes out of nowhere,
says something you do your best not to hear, and know you heard it? Well if
you don’t know what I am talking about, I heard it, and began doing everything
else, but looking for this dam shoe. So now I am under the bed again, and
seeing how I do not allow people, even the house keeper, to clean my personal
office or bed room, I can honestly say, there is some shit under my bed, that I
wouldn’t want anyone to see. Nothing really strange, bad or weird, but things
that are personal that I hide from myself, when I want to be someone else,
sometimes. So as I am looking, there are dust bunnies, crumbs from the dogs’
bones, stuffed animals they play with, socks they steal and move around the
house, but still, no shoe. So I go from one side to another, moving box after box,
trash after trash, looking for this shoe I should have gotten when I seen her
taking it from me, 4 days earlier, and knowing, this is life. But even though I
came to that conclusion, I couldn’t find it, but was listening for another voice to
some how direct me towards this shoe that could be in one of my suitcases,
under my bed. Now, hold on to that theory and story, while I take you on a
similar ride on a different plane, and I swear, this will make sense in a minute.
See ya there and don’t run away with this story, like biscuit did with my shoe
(smile).
Back when I first got into business, I knew I wanted to do something, but didn’t
know, what it was, exactly. I had many ideas that I thought would change the
world, my bank account and or better something already established, and just
wanted things, to be my way, but didn’t know really or exactly, how to do it or
what my way is or was.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
This has got to be, one of the most strangest and routine revelations I have
ever encountered that basically, sums many things up for you and I in this
theory. First off, biscuit took one of my shoes, and I couldn’t find it. You see I
have this one particular pair of shoes, that were once very very nice, but
through time and comfort, became my all around, walk around the house,
weeding the yard, answering the door bell type of shoes. These are the ones
that somehow, were made for just you, or me, and they fit every bump, bunion,
callous or perfectly flawed metacarpal, in your lower extremities. They just fit,
nothing more, nothing less. Well I went looking for them the other day, and
knew biscuit had gotten a hold of them after I threw them off and jumped into
the bathtub, and ran out of the room like she knew, I needed them later on. But
in knowing her small puppy size and the size of the one shoe (I wear size 13’s),
I knew she wouldn’t go as far as her little puppy attention span will allow her in
playing with my shoe, like one of her millions of toys scattered all over the
house she plays with, every now and then. So I wasn’t really worried about
finding or locating it, but just laughing in a serious way on the inside, that this
bitch is just being her, and soon this phase in her canine life, would change
when she grows up a bit. Well anyway, this one day when I was going to go out
in my yard and basically act like I know what I am doing while basically
watching the dogs run and catch some sun while being domestically
productive, I went looking for this shoe to put on. I looked everywhere I could
imagine, and couldn’t find the shoe. I went in CJ’s room, the kitchen,
bathrooms, sauna, the dogs’ room, my office, hat room, and the other four
bedrooms and could not find this dam shoe. So now I am pissed, not wanting to
destroy another pair of shoes, but more importantly, wanting to find my
comfortable ones, and yeah, I am now, on a shoe mission in my own house. But
something inside of me keep saying, "AD, if you clean up the things you have
been promising yourself you would do, you will find this shoe." I swear, this
little voice inside of me, kept saying that, and I knew it was true, but wanted to
take the easy way out, and just find the dam thing or have it fall in my lap some
how. Haven’t you ever heard that, "where in the world did that faint but strong
voice come from moments?" One of those voices that comes out of nowhere,
says something you do your best not to hear, and know you heard it? Well if
you don’t know what I am talking about, I heard it, and began doing everything
else, but looking for this dam shoe. So now I am under the bed again, and
seeing how I do not allow people, even the house keeper, to clean my personal
office or bed room, I can honestly say, there is some shit under my bed, that I
wouldn’t want anyone to see. Nothing really strange, bad or weird, but things
that are personal that I hide from myself, when I want to be someone else,
sometimes. So as I am looking, there are dust bunnies, crumbs from the dogs’
bones, stuffed animals they play with, socks they steal and move around the
house, but still, no shoe. So I go from one side to another, moving box after box,
trash after trash, looking for this shoe I should have gotten when I seen her
taking it from me, 4 days earlier, and knowing, this is life. But even though I
came to that conclusion, I couldn’t find it, but was listening for another voice to
some how direct me towards this shoe that could be in one of my suitcases,
under my bed. Now, hold on to that theory and story, while I take you on a
similar ride on a different plane, and I swear, this will make sense in a minute.
See ya there and don’t run away with this story, like biscuit did with my shoe
(smile).
Back when I first got into business, I knew I wanted to do something, but didn’t
know, what it was, exactly. I had many ideas that I thought would change the
world, my bank account and or better something already established, and just
wanted things, to be my way, but didn’t know really or exactly, how to do it or
what my way is or was.
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