Love! New Jack City’s Theme
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Hello again, and in this theory, I will tell you a few life stories that will not make
sense in the beginning, but if you open up to what I am about to write, they will
make complete sense, once everything is on the table. So yeah, there will be no
prolonged intro, no bull shittin and lets get right into it. Thanks and oh yeah,
Enjoy The Moment. This theory revolves around love, and a deep commitment
to the things we feel we love, and the damage that sometimes comes from it,
when it feels so dam good and we don’t notice certain things when we are in it.
So no, on this one, there will be no catchy phrases, riddles or three-
dimensional metaphors. I will however lay a few things out on the table that will
make you think about, much much more than about me or what I am saying. In
the process of this, you will judge me, wonder how good and bad I am, and
completely laugh your ass off on the course of events, that I was privileged to
witness, first hand. Now, there are many things you need to take in
consideration. You need to understand, there will be many things left out, but
things re-iterated in a different form, to explain to you why I see things the way I
do about passion and love or, the love for something to you when you love it.
First, by my own design for a reason that I could never fully explain to you on
why I did what I did, because it wouldn’t or couldn’t make sense to you. A while
back, I got in some big time trouble, and was sent to prison. I actually wasn’t in
prison, but did a summer long stint in one of the most elite country clubs in the
world. Now as you read that, understand that I broke the law, and that I am far
from a criminal. I was put in a position, not the situation, that’s my fault, but in a
position by my own ignorance by people smarter than I was, and I gave them
what they wanted and eventually took, while also getting back, more of what I
needed, but didn’t really know or understand I did until I got it, literally! Now off
of the bat, you are thinking, "He’s was a snitch, scam artist, drug dealer or
informant". Far from it, it went and goes way beyond that. I was put in a
situation where what I had on accident invented and created from scratch, was
about to be produced by someone else, that had more resources than I could
ever dream about or of gathering in the next few years. When I first invented
what I did, I built this team to help me along the way, and basically provided
everything they requested as payment, for services rendered. Everything was
on the up and up, every thing 100% legit on what we were doing and why, and
we all were basically going the same direction, we just didn’t have anyone to
lead us. That’s where what I invented, came into play, and we thought we were
in control of it and all that came with it. You see, I was already going to do
whatever it was I supposed to do when I got there in Corporate America, and
what I invented was only going to speed up the process by hum, ten years, so
this was my ticket to see "The Show". This was just a way to bypass all of the
bullshit, and get and go straight to the source, based on the level of interest we
were about to gain. This was a no brainer. You couldn’t fuck this up if you
wanted to, and guess what, the people I started this thing out with, help me
fuck it up, kinda. No one was at fault, its just that what we started together,
didn’t finish together, and the recipe we invented to be full and foolproof and
seamless, was coming apart at the threads in front of everyone involved in the
process of this project. So when we all just happen to hook-up, things took off
like a rocket in the beginning. Well as the process kept going, people started to
change. I changed, they changed and the money and influences, were changing
us, and we knew and could see it, but didn’t know it and thought things were
going as planned because it felt so dam good. But here is the thing, we are
now in a room and surrounded by people, that have been here, much longer
than us, and they ain’t playing around for kick and giggles. These Sons of a
Bitches, were the real thing, and they weren’t new to this, they have grown
within this. They are this, and that is where this theory is about to blend into
making a bit more sense. You see we thought we did something, when they
actually, allowed us to do it, just because someone like the way I signed my
name, or helped them on a little something that turned into more than they
knew, but didn’t make or break them either way it may have ended up.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Hello again, and in this theory, I will tell you a few life stories that will not make
sense in the beginning, but if you open up to what I am about to write, they will
make complete sense, once everything is on the table. So yeah, there will be no
prolonged intro, no bull shittin and lets get right into it. Thanks and oh yeah,
Enjoy The Moment. This theory revolves around love, and a deep commitment
to the things we feel we love, and the damage that sometimes comes from it,
when it feels so dam good and we don’t notice certain things when we are in it.
So no, on this one, there will be no catchy phrases, riddles or three-
dimensional metaphors. I will however lay a few things out on the table that will
make you think about, much much more than about me or what I am saying. In
the process of this, you will judge me, wonder how good and bad I am, and
completely laugh your ass off on the course of events, that I was privileged to
witness, first hand. Now, there are many things you need to take in
consideration. You need to understand, there will be many things left out, but
things re-iterated in a different form, to explain to you why I see things the way I
do about passion and love or, the love for something to you when you love it.
First, by my own design for a reason that I could never fully explain to you on
why I did what I did, because it wouldn’t or couldn’t make sense to you. A while
back, I got in some big time trouble, and was sent to prison. I actually wasn’t in
prison, but did a summer long stint in one of the most elite country clubs in the
world. Now as you read that, understand that I broke the law, and that I am far
from a criminal. I was put in a position, not the situation, that’s my fault, but in a
position by my own ignorance by people smarter than I was, and I gave them
what they wanted and eventually took, while also getting back, more of what I
needed, but didn’t really know or understand I did until I got it, literally! Now off
of the bat, you are thinking, "He’s was a snitch, scam artist, drug dealer or
informant". Far from it, it went and goes way beyond that. I was put in a
situation where what I had on accident invented and created from scratch, was
about to be produced by someone else, that had more resources than I could
ever dream about or of gathering in the next few years. When I first invented
what I did, I built this team to help me along the way, and basically provided
everything they requested as payment, for services rendered. Everything was
on the up and up, every thing 100% legit on what we were doing and why, and
we all were basically going the same direction, we just didn’t have anyone to
lead us. That’s where what I invented, came into play, and we thought we were
in control of it and all that came with it. You see, I was already going to do
whatever it was I supposed to do when I got there in Corporate America, and
what I invented was only going to speed up the process by hum, ten years, so
this was my ticket to see "The Show". This was just a way to bypass all of the
bullshit, and get and go straight to the source, based on the level of interest we
were about to gain. This was a no brainer. You couldn’t fuck this up if you
wanted to, and guess what, the people I started this thing out with, help me
fuck it up, kinda. No one was at fault, its just that what we started together,
didn’t finish together, and the recipe we invented to be full and foolproof and
seamless, was coming apart at the threads in front of everyone involved in the
process of this project. So when we all just happen to hook-up, things took off
like a rocket in the beginning. Well as the process kept going, people started to
change. I changed, they changed and the money and influences, were changing
us, and we knew and could see it, but didn’t know it and thought things were
going as planned because it felt so dam good. But here is the thing, we are
now in a room and surrounded by people, that have been here, much longer
than us, and they ain’t playing around for kick and giggles. These Sons of a
Bitches, were the real thing, and they weren’t new to this, they have grown
within this. They are this, and that is where this theory is about to blend into
making a bit more sense. You see we thought we did something, when they
actually, allowed us to do it, just because someone like the way I signed my
name, or helped them on a little something that turned into more than they
knew, but didn’t make or break them either way it may have ended up.
