When Its Most Pure Page 2
By Anthony Douglas Gere
And the ones I don’t speak on that you never knew happened, well, I can’t find
the words because I am still trying to figure out, what in the hell happened
when it did, in many more ways I haven’t figured out yet. I mean some of the
shit I have seen, makes me either think I am crazy, totally off of my rocker or
being fucked with on a level of ignorance, that they either hate me, been hired
to test my character by some survey group or something way the fuck out
there. Do you know what I mean? I mean have you ever been in a relationship
where in the end when it was over, you were left wondering, what in the hell
just happened to me, and how in the hell did I get myself into some shit like
that!!? Well if you haven’t, then man, you are blessed because man or woman, I
have, and could actually perfect a stand-up comedy routine, that would give Def
Comedy Jam, a run for their money. I mean in some of the situations I have
gotten myself in and out of, I couldn’t even get mad at the women or females,
because what they got out of what they put in and could have gotten just by
being respectful, not even nice but just respectful, makes me shake my head
and laugh. I mean have you ever really tilted your head to the side and say, "I
know I am not crazy, and you are completely, full of shit! Fuck you and the
horse you rode in on". To explain what I mean, let me explain a story that will
go off of the subject, but make sense once you finish it. So when I bring this up
again, just smile and laugh, and relate this story to what I just said, and that is
how I am defining some of the situations I have gotten myself in and out of, with
women I have been with. Here it is.
My father got busted one time, and if never before, he became more human to
me, when I witnessed such a thing that had me involved, even though I wasn’t,
but really was suppose to be the person not to let this happen, when I didn’t
know it was going to. My father if you don’t know, is battling serious health
issues. I mean instead of me telling you what he has, it would quicker and
faster to tell you, what he doesn’t suffer from or have. But for years, my father
preached strongly to me, about telling the truth, and would give me the
whippings of whippings, if I ever lied to him as a youth. But we were in the
doctors’ office, and I had taken on the duties of driving my father around, and
basically, caring for him. I could have hired a nurse, but I was trying to do the
good son thang, and really meant it and learned a lot that I didn’t know about
my father and self in these intimate moments. But he has to take his blood
sugar a few times a day, and since I am not a diabetic, I didn’t really know how
important that is, nor did I invest much time in finding out why he should. But
his machine was broken when I came back on the scene, and I went and
bought a new one and had to order some new strips to go inside of it to get the
blood sugar reading from his doctor. Anyway, under his health coverage, we
get the test strips for free and I placed the order in January and it was now
April, when his health was really start to get bad. Well as we were in the
doctors office and I was basically getting caught and brought up to speed on
my fathers illnesses, the doctor start asking him questions that really didn’t
make sense to me. So as we went through this barrage and battery of
questions, I heard him ask my father, "Have you been taking your blood sugar a
few times a day faithfully, and what is the reading?" Well this I knew, well,
thought I did, because I had purchased this fancy new machine, and my dad
told me he was using it and thanked me daily, which made me feel proud and
worthy of being his son. As he fed my ego with this manipulative bullshit and I
then heard the doctor ask him, "how is he getting around since not being able
to drive?" My father stuck his chest out and replied, " My son has retired from
Wall Street, and is helping me out like a good son should". As I heard this, I
patted myself on the back again, because yeah, I was there with my dad,
retired, young and pretty much, doin’ the right thang like some story book
sitcom we all see daily on television. So as the doctor looked at me, asked me
if I had gone and gotten anything medically for my father from another
physician or health care provider, I had this puzzled look on my face, because
the answer is obvious, and I didn’t understand what he was getting to. Well
comes to find out, he only gave my father a 45 day supply of test strips, and
seeing how I just bought this new machine in January, and it was April, he
should have ran out of strips in early March.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
And the ones I don’t speak on that you never knew happened, well, I can’t find
the words because I am still trying to figure out, what in the hell happened
when it did, in many more ways I haven’t figured out yet. I mean some of the
shit I have seen, makes me either think I am crazy, totally off of my rocker or
being fucked with on a level of ignorance, that they either hate me, been hired
to test my character by some survey group or something way the fuck out
there. Do you know what I mean? I mean have you ever been in a relationship
where in the end when it was over, you were left wondering, what in the hell
just happened to me, and how in the hell did I get myself into some shit like
that!!? Well if you haven’t, then man, you are blessed because man or woman, I
have, and could actually perfect a stand-up comedy routine, that would give Def
Comedy Jam, a run for their money. I mean in some of the situations I have
gotten myself in and out of, I couldn’t even get mad at the women or females,
because what they got out of what they put in and could have gotten just by
being respectful, not even nice but just respectful, makes me shake my head
and laugh. I mean have you ever really tilted your head to the side and say, "I
know I am not crazy, and you are completely, full of shit! Fuck you and the
horse you rode in on". To explain what I mean, let me explain a story that will
go off of the subject, but make sense once you finish it. So when I bring this up
again, just smile and laugh, and relate this story to what I just said, and that is
how I am defining some of the situations I have gotten myself in and out of, with
women I have been with. Here it is.
My father got busted one time, and if never before, he became more human to
me, when I witnessed such a thing that had me involved, even though I wasn’t,
but really was suppose to be the person not to let this happen, when I didn’t
know it was going to. My father if you don’t know, is battling serious health
issues. I mean instead of me telling you what he has, it would quicker and
faster to tell you, what he doesn’t suffer from or have. But for years, my father
preached strongly to me, about telling the truth, and would give me the
whippings of whippings, if I ever lied to him as a youth. But we were in the
doctors’ office, and I had taken on the duties of driving my father around, and
basically, caring for him. I could have hired a nurse, but I was trying to do the
good son thang, and really meant it and learned a lot that I didn’t know about
my father and self in these intimate moments. But he has to take his blood
sugar a few times a day, and since I am not a diabetic, I didn’t really know how
important that is, nor did I invest much time in finding out why he should. But
his machine was broken when I came back on the scene, and I went and
bought a new one and had to order some new strips to go inside of it to get the
blood sugar reading from his doctor. Anyway, under his health coverage, we
get the test strips for free and I placed the order in January and it was now
April, when his health was really start to get bad. Well as we were in the
doctors office and I was basically getting caught and brought up to speed on
my fathers illnesses, the doctor start asking him questions that really didn’t
make sense to me. So as we went through this barrage and battery of
questions, I heard him ask my father, "Have you been taking your blood sugar a
few times a day faithfully, and what is the reading?" Well this I knew, well,
thought I did, because I had purchased this fancy new machine, and my dad
told me he was using it and thanked me daily, which made me feel proud and
worthy of being his son. As he fed my ego with this manipulative bullshit and I
then heard the doctor ask him, "how is he getting around since not being able
to drive?" My father stuck his chest out and replied, " My son has retired from
Wall Street, and is helping me out like a good son should". As I heard this, I
patted myself on the back again, because yeah, I was there with my dad,
retired, young and pretty much, doin’ the right thang like some story book
sitcom we all see daily on television. So as the doctor looked at me, asked me
if I had gone and gotten anything medically for my father from another
physician or health care provider, I had this puzzled look on my face, because
the answer is obvious, and I didn’t understand what he was getting to. Well
comes to find out, he only gave my father a 45 day supply of test strips, and
seeing how I just bought this new machine in January, and it was April, he
should have ran out of strips in early March.
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