Hide n' Seek Page 2
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Now while downing a glass of cranberry juice and thinking about my next play on the
table, I felt a few young eyes, burning a whole in my back with their x-ray vision. It was
the crew of youngsters, that had cell phones dangling from their pants like a hammer
on a painters tool-belt. They we hip, strong willed and more, and was egging me to
come over to another area of the backyard and talk with them. They were looking a bit
serious, but were also posing and posturing in a manner of childish adulthood, which
translate in someone looking they’re break dancing to country music. But I remember
when I was like that, so I did what the elders did to me, and told them to give me a
minute. I looked over at my Uncle, told him to take over my hand, and went to see
what was so dam important or impotent. I mean dam, never interrupt a mans
dominos game, unless you have another one forming. That’s the rule I think, or at
least, there should be one that states that! Anyway, as I sat in the chair that was
obviously reserved for me, they made this semi-circle and closed off the rest of the
world to me, so I would only be speaking with them. I felt like I was being
interrogated and all that was missing was some duct-tape, a single light bulb
and a two-way mirror. They were silent, but you could dam near see the words
forming in their cheeks ready to explode. They we waiting for the signal, and I
was bracing myself for what was about to be an onslaught of questions coming
from everywhere. I looked at my nephew, hunched my shoulders, and asked
him, " What’s this all about, and are you okay?". That was it, the dam levy had
broken. The got-dam dam had collapsed and the flood gates were open. It was
on like donkey-kong, and I wasn’t the jackass playing the game, just part of the
virtual scenery. These youngster that were main fixtures in the local mall, were
becoming young adults in their thoughts, and noticing the tendencies
surrounding their unfamiliar libido. The were now noticing the budges in young
girls sweaters, as they were inventing new ways to hide the bulge in their
pants. They were wondering how to gain attention without looking like they
were seeking or begging for it. They were weak in trying to stand strong, and
answering questions they never knew had been asked many times before
them. Yes, they were reaching puberty, and I was like a fish out of water,
because I was not ready or expecting this. You see without knowing it, my
now gathering group of proteges, have see me with multiple women at
family events, and somehow, thought I was a playa or some kind of chick
magnet. They were thinking I had this magic potion or said some trick word to
convince these women I showed off to the world to be with me and obey my
every command. They seen my cars, my homes, and everything else the world
sees, but they didn’t make the connection on how I gained these disposable
non-important items, ad how I hadn’t found someone that made me feel like
the one in their hearts. They were thinking with the cyclops head and not the
stereo vision head like all young boys. They were still in the state of mind that
thinks your penis needs to be the size of a Rhode Island, instead of your heart
being the size of Texas. I couldn’t blame them, because most all of us have
been there. The thing is, many stay there and never navigate to know the
difference
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Now while downing a glass of cranberry juice and thinking about my next play on the
table, I felt a few young eyes, burning a whole in my back with their x-ray vision. It was
the crew of youngsters, that had cell phones dangling from their pants like a hammer
on a painters tool-belt. They we hip, strong willed and more, and was egging me to
come over to another area of the backyard and talk with them. They were looking a bit
serious, but were also posing and posturing in a manner of childish adulthood, which
translate in someone looking they’re break dancing to country music. But I remember
when I was like that, so I did what the elders did to me, and told them to give me a
minute. I looked over at my Uncle, told him to take over my hand, and went to see
what was so dam important or impotent. I mean dam, never interrupt a mans
dominos game, unless you have another one forming. That’s the rule I think, or at
least, there should be one that states that! Anyway, as I sat in the chair that was
obviously reserved for me, they made this semi-circle and closed off the rest of the
world to me, so I would only be speaking with them. I felt like I was being
interrogated and all that was missing was some duct-tape, a single light bulb
and a two-way mirror. They were silent, but you could dam near see the words
forming in their cheeks ready to explode. They we waiting for the signal, and I
was bracing myself for what was about to be an onslaught of questions coming
from everywhere. I looked at my nephew, hunched my shoulders, and asked
him, " What’s this all about, and are you okay?". That was it, the dam levy had
broken. The got-dam dam had collapsed and the flood gates were open. It was
on like donkey-kong, and I wasn’t the jackass playing the game, just part of the
virtual scenery. These youngster that were main fixtures in the local mall, were
becoming young adults in their thoughts, and noticing the tendencies
surrounding their unfamiliar libido. The were now noticing the budges in young
girls sweaters, as they were inventing new ways to hide the bulge in their
pants. They were wondering how to gain attention without looking like they
were seeking or begging for it. They were weak in trying to stand strong, and
answering questions they never knew had been asked many times before
them. Yes, they were reaching puberty, and I was like a fish out of water,
because I was not ready or expecting this. You see without knowing it, my
now gathering group of proteges, have see me with multiple women at
family events, and somehow, thought I was a playa or some kind of chick
magnet. They were thinking I had this magic potion or said some trick word to
convince these women I showed off to the world to be with me and obey my
every command. They seen my cars, my homes, and everything else the world
sees, but they didn’t make the connection on how I gained these disposable
non-important items, ad how I hadn’t found someone that made me feel like
the one in their hearts. They were thinking with the cyclops head and not the
stereo vision head like all young boys. They were still in the state of mind that
thinks your penis needs to be the size of a Rhode Island, instead of your heart
being the size of Texas. I couldn’t blame them, because most all of us have
been there. The thing is, many stay there and never navigate to know the
difference