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Where’d All The Time Go?
By Anthony Douglas Gere
While glancing out of my passenger window at a modest forty-five miles an hour, I
was subliminally counting the telephone poles, like they were pik-up-sticks. You
know, the game we all played or heard about as a kid, that’s what I was doing while
looking out of the window on this fine day. The cars, buildings, people and more,
seemed to pass me and my friend driving my vehicle by, faster than life its self. As
those besides us going just as a fast as we were made us feel comfortable with our
speed within the dimension we were experiencing together, I was taking things
frame by frame, as they came as fast as they were going away. To better illustrate my
vision through these words, take your middle finger and place it about a foot away
from your face, and then swing it like an pendulum from side to side. Do this for
about thirty seconds, and try to concentrate on the left and right stooping and starting
points, and then freeze frame the many movements and points within those to
spectrums. Now, so that you understand that, understand this, I’m noticing street
and city workers, the elderly at the crosswalk, the homeless, the handicap and the
many youth congregating at each stop light. I seen some familiar faces in the crowd,
as they only seen a glimpse of me, not knowing if indeed it was me, but only
validating their suspicion as they read the back license plate on my vehicle, zooming
pass them like the wind. As I look back in the mirror and feel the energetic force of
an harmonious energy waving to us as they heard the thump of my speakers and
sound system, I throw my hands up to give a community type wave to those I felt
would see it. I’m in a idle state of mind while my friend driving, weaves in and out
of traffic like we have some place important to be. It’s like where we are at now
and at this point, isn’t where we want or need to be, and our speed is a
representation of this scenario many are unconsciously witnessing. The
onlookers on these city streets being blinded by my chrome three-piece rims and
in awe of the sleek European design of my multi-layered twelve cylinder monster
machine, are a mere reflection of myself when I was once one of the millions
catching public transportation each day in this fine country of ours. I think we all
see things as a youth that sticks with us and drives us in wanting to obtain certain
materialistic things, and this reflection was no different. You see when I was
young, I didn’t want to own a fleet of cars to show off or because it showcased my
wealth or anything. I wanted a fleet of cars that defined my personality and pay
respect to those I have followed and admired when I seen them when I did as a
youth. You know I still actually have the old beat up car that I slept in many years
ago when I was sacrificing a year and a half of my income, to secure my
finances for the rest of my life. I have in storage, the car I got when I went to
college that was given to me by an alumnus that believed in the skinny little
California kid that could put ball in a hoop. One car that I adore, is my two-seater
Mercedes 450SL. That car seems so cool to me, because at the time as a youth, I
loved the show, Hart to Hart, and both main characters owned one. Richard Gere
also had one in the American Gigolo, and that’s also one of my favorite movies.
The trucks I own now are basically me being selfish, and exercising the demons
inside of me that fuel the egomaniac side of me. But that’s another story, or theory.
But overall, I think I have everything in its proper perspective, and my wealth is not
invested in a few cars, but in my ability to obtain them. But as I intertwine a few
events and the people I see standing and walking on the streets, I’m noticing that
within those two events, a high level of notary is taking place. As I was at a few
sporting events last week, I noticed the people attending the game.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
While glancing out of my passenger window at a modest forty-five miles an hour, I
was subliminally counting the telephone poles, like they were pik-up-sticks. You
know, the game we all played or heard about as a kid, that’s what I was doing while
looking out of the window on this fine day. The cars, buildings, people and more,
seemed to pass me and my friend driving my vehicle by, faster than life its self. As
those besides us going just as a fast as we were made us feel comfortable with our
speed within the dimension we were experiencing together, I was taking things
frame by frame, as they came as fast as they were going away. To better illustrate my
vision through these words, take your middle finger and place it about a foot away
from your face, and then swing it like an pendulum from side to side. Do this for
about thirty seconds, and try to concentrate on the left and right stooping and starting
points, and then freeze frame the many movements and points within those to
spectrums. Now, so that you understand that, understand this, I’m noticing street
and city workers, the elderly at the crosswalk, the homeless, the handicap and the
many youth congregating at each stop light. I seen some familiar faces in the crowd,
as they only seen a glimpse of me, not knowing if indeed it was me, but only
validating their suspicion as they read the back license plate on my vehicle, zooming
pass them like the wind. As I look back in the mirror and feel the energetic force of
an harmonious energy waving to us as they heard the thump of my speakers and
sound system, I throw my hands up to give a community type wave to those I felt
would see it. I’m in a idle state of mind while my friend driving, weaves in and out
of traffic like we have some place important to be. It’s like where we are at now
and at this point, isn’t where we want or need to be, and our speed is a
representation of this scenario many are unconsciously witnessing. The
onlookers on these city streets being blinded by my chrome three-piece rims and
in awe of the sleek European design of my multi-layered twelve cylinder monster
machine, are a mere reflection of myself when I was once one of the millions
catching public transportation each day in this fine country of ours. I think we all
see things as a youth that sticks with us and drives us in wanting to obtain certain
materialistic things, and this reflection was no different. You see when I was
young, I didn’t want to own a fleet of cars to show off or because it showcased my
wealth or anything. I wanted a fleet of cars that defined my personality and pay
respect to those I have followed and admired when I seen them when I did as a
youth. You know I still actually have the old beat up car that I slept in many years
ago when I was sacrificing a year and a half of my income, to secure my
finances for the rest of my life. I have in storage, the car I got when I went to
college that was given to me by an alumnus that believed in the skinny little
California kid that could put ball in a hoop. One car that I adore, is my two-seater
Mercedes 450SL. That car seems so cool to me, because at the time as a youth, I
loved the show, Hart to Hart, and both main characters owned one. Richard Gere
also had one in the American Gigolo, and that’s also one of my favorite movies.
The trucks I own now are basically me being selfish, and exercising the demons
inside of me that fuel the egomaniac side of me. But that’s another story, or theory.
But overall, I think I have everything in its proper perspective, and my wealth is not
invested in a few cars, but in my ability to obtain them. But as I intertwine a few
events and the people I see standing and walking on the streets, I’m noticing that
within those two events, a high level of notary is taking place. As I was at a few
sporting events last week, I noticed the people attending the game.