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.
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The Wig Splitter Page 2
By Anthony Douglas Gere
But Buddy is persistent, and wont stop there. He reads about the man in the Wall
Street Journal. Follows his strategies after he finds out about the many deals he
does and wishes he could be apart of, and needs to learn the lesson of silence
as a Raider and Major Player in the Real Estate, Stock and Business Trade. He
can see the path he wants to walk, but understands that he hasn’t the right kind of
shoes; to absorb the heat of the pavement this man glides upon. Well anyway,
after finding his way to the office of Mr. Gecko, and persuading his way to get a
fifteen-minute meeting with the Master of Deal Making, he’s gathering himself for
this life altering experience. As he is waiting in the lobby in fine leather chairs, he
is looking down the corridor that is his destiny behind the main door. As he sees
people come and go through a second set of doors, he’s taking quick peaks to
see if he can tell which one belongs to Gordon Gecko. He’s wondering if the
entire floor is dedicated to him, or does he have a same suite, that distracts those
that make it in to see him. As the receptionist calls his name, he stands up like he
was shot out of a cannon. Once his mind catches up to the adrenaline inside of
him, he refocuses and finds himself stuck within a moment he can’t describe. As
he is reacting to a reality he has only dreamt about, he is looking around, trying to
find something familiar to ground him from his obvious flight in mind. He sees a
mirror. Not just any mirror mine you, because he is in a building and on a floor,
that is triple the size of his Brooklyn or Queens New York apartment, that seems
a million miles away from Midtown Manhattan and Wall Street. He looks into the
mirror, relaxes a bit, and regains his composure, as he is about to walk down
the hallway. But before he walks, he looks into the mirror and speaks to it as if it
was another person, preparing someone close to them, for battle. He looks
deeper into the mirror, and says to it, “ Life comes down to a few distinct, life
altering and important moments. This is one of them!” That is where the
rubber now meets the road, and that is the state of mind I am now in, after
getting my wig split by a stranger, making me feel strange in my own skin.
Usually on Holidays, I spend the majority of my time, giving back to the
community. Serving meals, donating my time, food and more. I am really big
on that, for I count my blessings like a miser does his pennies. Now keep that
fresh in your mind, as I ask you to go someone else with me now. I travel a lot.
I mean a lot. I live in three different states, have my passport readily available
and always with me, and don’t always get the chance to spend holidays with my
immediate family. This year with my fathers health deteriorating and my family
being in the Bay Area after Hurricane Katrina, I made it a point to be next to those
that matter most to me. This Xmas, was unlike or going to be, unlike anyone
before it. My sister has adopted two beautiful kids, and my mother was going to
cook like never before.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
But Buddy is persistent, and wont stop there. He reads about the man in the Wall
Street Journal. Follows his strategies after he finds out about the many deals he
does and wishes he could be apart of, and needs to learn the lesson of silence
as a Raider and Major Player in the Real Estate, Stock and Business Trade. He
can see the path he wants to walk, but understands that he hasn’t the right kind of
shoes; to absorb the heat of the pavement this man glides upon. Well anyway,
after finding his way to the office of Mr. Gecko, and persuading his way to get a
fifteen-minute meeting with the Master of Deal Making, he’s gathering himself for
this life altering experience. As he is waiting in the lobby in fine leather chairs, he
is looking down the corridor that is his destiny behind the main door. As he sees
people come and go through a second set of doors, he’s taking quick peaks to
see if he can tell which one belongs to Gordon Gecko. He’s wondering if the
entire floor is dedicated to him, or does he have a same suite, that distracts those
that make it in to see him. As the receptionist calls his name, he stands up like he
was shot out of a cannon. Once his mind catches up to the adrenaline inside of
him, he refocuses and finds himself stuck within a moment he can’t describe. As
he is reacting to a reality he has only dreamt about, he is looking around, trying to
find something familiar to ground him from his obvious flight in mind. He sees a
mirror. Not just any mirror mine you, because he is in a building and on a floor,
that is triple the size of his Brooklyn or Queens New York apartment, that seems
a million miles away from Midtown Manhattan and Wall Street. He looks into the
mirror, relaxes a bit, and regains his composure, as he is about to walk down
the hallway. But before he walks, he looks into the mirror and speaks to it as if it
was another person, preparing someone close to them, for battle. He looks
deeper into the mirror, and says to it, “ Life comes down to a few distinct, life
altering and important moments. This is one of them!” That is where the
rubber now meets the road, and that is the state of mind I am now in, after
getting my wig split by a stranger, making me feel strange in my own skin.
Usually on Holidays, I spend the majority of my time, giving back to the
community. Serving meals, donating my time, food and more. I am really big
on that, for I count my blessings like a miser does his pennies. Now keep that
fresh in your mind, as I ask you to go someone else with me now. I travel a lot.
I mean a lot. I live in three different states, have my passport readily available
and always with me, and don’t always get the chance to spend holidays with my
immediate family. This year with my fathers health deteriorating and my family
being in the Bay Area after Hurricane Katrina, I made it a point to be next to those
that matter most to me. This Xmas, was unlike or going to be, unlike anyone
before it. My sister has adopted two beautiful kids, and my mother was going to
cook like never before.