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.
If Just For A Moment Page 3
By Anthony Douglas Gere
How the women would flirt with the bartenders for drinks, the bouncers swapping
women as fast as they threw guys out the door. The drug deals, business
meetings, territorial wars and truces. I have seen more married women getting
their freak on in there, than single women looking for love anywhere else. The shit
was weird, and being so young, and seeing so much so soon and so fast in a
concentrated area week after week, kind of jaded me in a way, and my perspective
on the club scene became very dis-interesting, to say the least. Like I wrote about
once before, “Its hard to make a woman your wife, when you’ve been fucking
married women most of your life”, is just part of the damage that this experience
did for and to me. Now so I don’t come off as a hypocrite, I was just as knee deep
in the experience as the next guy. I mean really, the craziness of it all was so
stimulating to me at the time that I had to try it once or twice. Okay, maybe a bit
more than that, but somehow I knew that living this way, was not what I wanted to
do, and the life expectancy of someone in this lifestyle, was as short as a midget
on their knees. But I think about it every once in a while. I think of the freedom, the
overall adventure in being animalistic and the surface like fun and enjoyment I
would get from putting notches on my belt. But now wearing suspenders and
braces to hold up my trousers as a man, maturing and involving myself in a
more structured domain and environment, that sort of behavior is taboo, and
definitely not the definition of a man. Being the head of a company, the
responsibilities are overwhelming at times. With sexual harassment lawsuits,
paternity suits, diseases and more, are more than just a few good reasons to
keep the ole snake in its cage, and only let it out in a zoo where you know it is
safe and not endangered of turning into some ones purse or belt. But why cut
off this side of you, and limit your experiences of your past, based on your
future? I know I know, we all must be responsible, but we also can live
responsibly can’t we? We all must live, and not be suffocated by our own
demise and rise. Why can’t you have your cake and eat it too? Hell, if you buy t
he ingredients, bake it, put it in your own oven and are hungry, why can’t that
happen? That’s what this theory is all about. That’s what that car bumper
sticker made me think about, on my ride this evening, if just for a moment.
So now that I have clued you in on the stability and why I say this bumper
sticker made me flash back and smile of the fast lane I have traveled
throughout my life as a single male seeing more ass than a toilet seat, I
now say to you that living such a life is possible in the slow lane, if you have
the right passenger in your vehicle. Think about this just for a moment, you
could have your cake and eat it too, its possible! What if you found that person
that knew you? Not a person that just knew you, but really knew you. That
person that didn’t judge you and allowed you to become you while being
someone else. Allowed you to be wild as you are tamed in moments you only
dream about in reality. Allowed you to violate them in ways that many do in the
nightclubs, and also cherish and respect you as Ward did June Cleaver in
creating Wally and the Beaver.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
How the women would flirt with the bartenders for drinks, the bouncers swapping
women as fast as they threw guys out the door. The drug deals, business
meetings, territorial wars and truces. I have seen more married women getting
their freak on in there, than single women looking for love anywhere else. The shit
was weird, and being so young, and seeing so much so soon and so fast in a
concentrated area week after week, kind of jaded me in a way, and my perspective
on the club scene became very dis-interesting, to say the least. Like I wrote about
once before, “Its hard to make a woman your wife, when you’ve been fucking
married women most of your life”, is just part of the damage that this experience
did for and to me. Now so I don’t come off as a hypocrite, I was just as knee deep
in the experience as the next guy. I mean really, the craziness of it all was so
stimulating to me at the time that I had to try it once or twice. Okay, maybe a bit
more than that, but somehow I knew that living this way, was not what I wanted to
do, and the life expectancy of someone in this lifestyle, was as short as a midget
on their knees. But I think about it every once in a while. I think of the freedom, the
overall adventure in being animalistic and the surface like fun and enjoyment I
would get from putting notches on my belt. But now wearing suspenders and
braces to hold up my trousers as a man, maturing and involving myself in a
more structured domain and environment, that sort of behavior is taboo, and
definitely not the definition of a man. Being the head of a company, the
responsibilities are overwhelming at times. With sexual harassment lawsuits,
paternity suits, diseases and more, are more than just a few good reasons to
keep the ole snake in its cage, and only let it out in a zoo where you know it is
safe and not endangered of turning into some ones purse or belt. But why cut
off this side of you, and limit your experiences of your past, based on your
future? I know I know, we all must be responsible, but we also can live
responsibly can’t we? We all must live, and not be suffocated by our own
demise and rise. Why can’t you have your cake and eat it too? Hell, if you buy t
he ingredients, bake it, put it in your own oven and are hungry, why can’t that
happen? That’s what this theory is all about. That’s what that car bumper
sticker made me think about, on my ride this evening, if just for a moment.
So now that I have clued you in on the stability and why I say this bumper
sticker made me flash back and smile of the fast lane I have traveled
throughout my life as a single male seeing more ass than a toilet seat, I
now say to you that living such a life is possible in the slow lane, if you have
the right passenger in your vehicle. Think about this just for a moment, you
could have your cake and eat it too, its possible! What if you found that person
that knew you? Not a person that just knew you, but really knew you. That
person that didn’t judge you and allowed you to become you while being
someone else. Allowed you to be wild as you are tamed in moments you only
dream about in reality. Allowed you to violate them in ways that many do in the
nightclubs, and also cherish and respect you as Ward did June Cleaver in
creating Wally and the Beaver.