Like an L.S.D. Moment..WOE!
By Anthony Douglas Gere
As I woke up this morning with my dog licking my face and biting my arms and
legs like one of the bones I buy them at least twice a week in a bag provided to
me by my favorite butcher, I am greeted by this force of clarity, that has me
frozen within the moment, to sum up the many I have been having lately. You
see before I actually woke up and got up this morning, I had to get up a few
hours earlier to put out my garbage can for the city to come pick up. Its
garbage day, and just like clockwork, each week, some stranger comes
around in this noisy ass truck and disposes of the stuff we don’t want. Now I
could have done it last night before I went to bed if I knew and felt like I felt
when I took it out this morning, but for some reason, some crazy ass shit
happened to me last night, that I will more than likely write about sooner or
later. But what happened to me last night, made me forget to take out the
garbage for the early morning pick up by the city today, and I will skim around
that, but basically write a theory on what happen to me today. Now, what
happened when I went outside, was many different things that will more than
likely, have your head spinning like my dogs mind that is waiting to get all of my
attention when they see my eyes open. For those that don’t know, my dogs
sleep with me, and along with the cats and the sound of the television that I
need to be on all night to fall sleep, I am always surrounded with love, from
elements that unconditionally, love me. One of my dogs is a piece of work. I
mean this animal is so human like, that I swear to God, if there were anyone or
anything placed on this earth to make me smile, this Dog is it. I mean I love my
family, friends, daughter and all that I am humbled to have accept me as part of
them, but this dog, is something else. Now of course if you follow my theories
like hundreds of thousands do, you know about The World Famous, "Boo Boo
Kitty". This mentally challenged-put-on-this-earth-to-make-me-laugh-and-cry-
fuzz-ball that I love, is somethin’ else and from another dimension. I mean she
is so beyond strange, that she makes you wonder if you are normal and
without you knowing it, has life somehow punished you for living it. She loves
me, wags her curly tail, chases shadow’s, fetches when you don’t throw one of
her millions of toys and eats better than many people. Without a doubt, she is
why waking up some days and nights, are worth the privilege, gift and curse.
But this theory is not about her so to speak, but the things that occurred when I
got up this morning, before I actually got up and started my daily routine of
getting ready to take on the world. As I got up this morning, I heard this sound
that where I live, is kinda strange. I heard the sound of rummaging outside, and
my thoughts went in more directions than how to make my grandmothers
famous, Hot Water Corn Bread. I thought it was either a raccoon, one of my
animals getting into something, or a drunken burglar obviously lost, in my part
of the world. What I seen when I looked outside of my front room window, was
a man going through my garbage can, and I am now thinking about a lot of
more things than this son of a bitch violating my privacy. But then I quickly
thought, how private is it, if I threw it away in a can I told the city when I placed
it outside to be picked up by someone I don’t really know but may wave to if I
see them or me, I do not want whats in there and please dispose of it at a
monthly price I proudly pay you. I am also wondering, is there now something in
there that I may not want this stranger to see, and how long has he been doing
this and if I am the only one. Then I went further down that road, and thought
about, where in the hell does my garbage go any way, and why is he pulling out
so many empty liquor bottles, I don’t drink that much, or do I? Yeah, there is a
lot going on, because like I have always told you, I am no angel by no means
and very far from being the devil, so I think a lot and reflect on situations if I am
wrong or right for the future, not just that situation and moment. I am now also
reflecting on who I may of pissed off, that needs to know what kind of stuff I am
now up to, or did my neighbors also get hit by the man that lives up to the
cliché’, "Another mans garbage is another’s mans gold". Now this man can’t
see me looking at him, but even if he knew I was looking at him, how could I say
anything because he is digging through my garbage can, going through things
that I obviously, didn’t feel I needed to keep. So right now, I am laughing,
wondering and admiring this stranger making friends with me, if we know it or
not.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
As I woke up this morning with my dog licking my face and biting my arms and
legs like one of the bones I buy them at least twice a week in a bag provided to
me by my favorite butcher, I am greeted by this force of clarity, that has me
frozen within the moment, to sum up the many I have been having lately. You
see before I actually woke up and got up this morning, I had to get up a few
hours earlier to put out my garbage can for the city to come pick up. Its
garbage day, and just like clockwork, each week, some stranger comes
around in this noisy ass truck and disposes of the stuff we don’t want. Now I
could have done it last night before I went to bed if I knew and felt like I felt
when I took it out this morning, but for some reason, some crazy ass shit
happened to me last night, that I will more than likely write about sooner or
later. But what happened to me last night, made me forget to take out the
garbage for the early morning pick up by the city today, and I will skim around
that, but basically write a theory on what happen to me today. Now, what
happened when I went outside, was many different things that will more than
likely, have your head spinning like my dogs mind that is waiting to get all of my
attention when they see my eyes open. For those that don’t know, my dogs
sleep with me, and along with the cats and the sound of the television that I
need to be on all night to fall sleep, I am always surrounded with love, from
elements that unconditionally, love me. One of my dogs is a piece of work. I
mean this animal is so human like, that I swear to God, if there were anyone or
anything placed on this earth to make me smile, this Dog is it. I mean I love my
family, friends, daughter and all that I am humbled to have accept me as part of
them, but this dog, is something else. Now of course if you follow my theories
like hundreds of thousands do, you know about The World Famous, "Boo Boo
Kitty". This mentally challenged-put-on-this-earth-to-make-me-laugh-and-cry-
fuzz-ball that I love, is somethin’ else and from another dimension. I mean she
is so beyond strange, that she makes you wonder if you are normal and
without you knowing it, has life somehow punished you for living it. She loves
me, wags her curly tail, chases shadow’s, fetches when you don’t throw one of
her millions of toys and eats better than many people. Without a doubt, she is
why waking up some days and nights, are worth the privilege, gift and curse.
But this theory is not about her so to speak, but the things that occurred when I
got up this morning, before I actually got up and started my daily routine of
getting ready to take on the world. As I got up this morning, I heard this sound
that where I live, is kinda strange. I heard the sound of rummaging outside, and
my thoughts went in more directions than how to make my grandmothers
famous, Hot Water Corn Bread. I thought it was either a raccoon, one of my
animals getting into something, or a drunken burglar obviously lost, in my part
of the world. What I seen when I looked outside of my front room window, was
a man going through my garbage can, and I am now thinking about a lot of
more things than this son of a bitch violating my privacy. But then I quickly
thought, how private is it, if I threw it away in a can I told the city when I placed
it outside to be picked up by someone I don’t really know but may wave to if I
see them or me, I do not want whats in there and please dispose of it at a
monthly price I proudly pay you. I am also wondering, is there now something in
there that I may not want this stranger to see, and how long has he been doing
this and if I am the only one. Then I went further down that road, and thought
about, where in the hell does my garbage go any way, and why is he pulling out
so many empty liquor bottles, I don’t drink that much, or do I? Yeah, there is a
lot going on, because like I have always told you, I am no angel by no means
and very far from being the devil, so I think a lot and reflect on situations if I am
wrong or right for the future, not just that situation and moment. I am now also
reflecting on who I may of pissed off, that needs to know what kind of stuff I am
now up to, or did my neighbors also get hit by the man that lives up to the
cliché’, "Another mans garbage is another’s mans gold". Now this man can’t
see me looking at him, but even if he knew I was looking at him, how could I say
anything because he is digging through my garbage can, going through things
that I obviously, didn’t feel I needed to keep. So right now, I am laughing,
wondering and admiring this stranger making friends with me, if we know it or
not.
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