Like an L.S.D. Moment- WOE!
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So any way, after trippin off of that for a while and falling back to sleep to only be waken up by Lassies and Cujos offspring, the television was on the Biography Channel. That is more than likely, one of my favorite TV shows, when I get a chance to actually, watch television. I am not a TV person, but when I do, enjoy things that fascinate me. That is why I read a lot, well not a lot a lot, but enough to be a bit more than you think. But when I gained focus and concentrated on what was on the television, there was a interesting story that had just so happen, just starting. It was on this man named Larry Doby. For those that do not know, he was the second Black Man to enter into the Major Leagues. Yeah, he was a baseball player, but should be recognized as something, much more than that. You see Jackie Roosevelt Robinson is the first to integrate Baseball, and he is honored on the highest level of the sport, Civil Rights and much more by even more than you think. He is the ripple affect man, that even while many may never know of him and what he actually stood for and did, they will benefit from his actions, many decades ago, decades from now. But this man Mr. Doby, had it rough if not rougher to me, in my opinion. You see Mr. Robinson was built for being the first, and the choice could not have been any better. To go through the door no one has ever been through, you need to have a few things that many do not have. What comes with the responsibility is beyond harsh or glorified, it is down right trying on things you never knew were possible. That is why being the first at anything, is so hard. You are a shock, not expected and pretty foreign to something that is domestic to you and the world. So when being the second, you and others already know what to expect, so whatever comes at you, good or bad, has been practiced and refined because it is no longer a surprise and shock, and you are about to witness the brut force of whatever comes worse than the first time you tried or did it ignorantly. You or it, now has wisdom and has seen what works, and what does not. Its the ghost, the invisible force behind most things, and can leave you in the midst of its travels, without leaving a trace of your existence. Now, if you are built for this or not, is irrelevant because it is now, coming at you full force with experience and has been tried and tested on the guinea pig before you. You will absorb it, or it will absorb you and that is a fact. So yeah, this man really caught a lot, and I am wondering, why do not we really hear about number two that much, and celebrate number one, the majority of the time? So now, lets go back to my man going through my garbage. Think about how this man is either hella smart, hell of desperate, hella hungry, the IRS or private detective disguised as a homeless crack fiend looking for something I did not think was important to keep. Think how I may naturally judge him within my own mind, but do not know his situation, his reasons or intentions. How I do not even have the right to question what he is doing because I obviously, did not want what I threw away, anyway. That takes or took me to the mind frame of opportunities, and how they come as fast as they go, and stay as long as you do or do not want them to leave. Now along with chances, one should and could also include people, situations, events and more. I mean who knew that by dealing with something last night and falling asleep with whatever channel I had on, would wake me up to the sound of a man going through my garbage. I am a hard sleeper, so if I was not or did not have to getup to take out the garbage can, I would have more than likely, slept through the noise of Mr. Garbageman Man that is not my weekly, trash disposal technician. How could I predict I would see a man capitalizing on things I threw away to pay or support his habit, addiction or monthly car-note to the Lexus sitting on dubs he has parked around the corner of the recycling center that you do not know about and would not imagine him having. Its funny how things we do not think about, think about us. Someone sent me a quote that I feel fits this theory and it goes like this. Oh yeah, it is about chances, opportunities and life in general to me. Here it is and I will end this paragraph with it: - .Never take someone, life or love for granted! Hold every person and situation close to your heart because you might wake up one day and realize you've lost a diamond while you were sleeping or too busy collecting stones when you were awake.... That is a great quote, and makes me, ADGere feel Like an L.S.D. Moment, so please, Enjoy The Moment and lets finish off this theory.
Now before writing this theory, I was telling you how my dogs dam near are sitting next to me in bed, plotting to see, who can fuck with me first when my eyes open. I swear, I think they make bets when I am sleep, and or who will win in annoying me the most the quickest. Even if I seem to sleep longer than they think I should, they will move around the bed, climb all over me, pull the blankets and comforter and basically, make life and your sleeping position so uncomfortable, that you will wake up because of the discomfort, and do not know why. Yeah, they are wonderful and nice and all, but man, sometimes when you really want that extra few minutes of shuteye, they can seriously, mess those plans all up! But I love them because they are and have the same sickness I have, we are both lovesick dogs over each other. That then brought up when I woke up, why is or are there animals in my bed, instead of a woman I would hope to turn into an sexual animal the night before we woke up together in the morning. Yeah, I am reflecting and trippin right now, and not in a way that there is or is not someone that lays or sleeps with me regularly. That woman, The Woman that scratches my back and listens to me drink my signature Cran-Apple drink all through the night. I am thinking about who that person is to me, themselves and what I wish for us, to represent. You see my animals are controllable to a point, and in some strange way, under my power because I feed and spoil them in a way I would wish to treat the ultimate person I would replace them with. But a person, not a animal, but a person, that is different. A person, and each person for that matter has their own views, values, events, situations, experiences and morals. So in my opinion, to even discover this type of magic in finding this person is beyond definition to me. To find them, is saying that you somehow have found someone special that thinks and feels the same about you, in the midst of everything that could distract you from concentrating on why you are laying next to that person. Things like that are fascinating to me like Mr. Doby, and those are the things to me, that are relevant and what I am thinking about. Think about it, that is something special. I do not care if it is a booty call, short or long term relationship or what. To even find that connection for something beyond your own needs is a miracle. I mean I do not know and will never go out of my way to meet that man going through my garbage this morning, but I will tell ya what, I will never forget his face, and he wont know why I may look at him in town if I do see him! He is not important to me, nor me to him in many ways. But what we do have in common, is my garbage that turns into his gold and my awareness on things I am sharing with you right now. Thats a trip, and I have not had my coffee yet, as I get knee deep in this theory and really trip you out even more. So now think about the many people, situations and events that you have seen, witnessed and missed out on. The many people, the events and the situations that you knew you were controlling, and the ones you never existed, that controlled you. Example; if I would have taken out the garbage the night before, a lot of the things I am now seeing, would not have been seen by me. If my friend did not pass away last night, I would have more than likely, not been with him in ways beyond the physical. If I did not wake up, or it was not garbage can day and with me being a hard sleeper, know I would have never seen this man this morning, going through the stuff that is my garage and his gold, which sparked and spawned this theory about feeling Like an LSD Moment, and you wondering, what does LSD mean. But we will get to that later, the title, as right now, we keep going down the road we started on in this theory. So lets lace up those boots, and start hiking upward a bit to the end. This theory was meant to free you from the confines of my other writing. It was designed to have you entered into my world, my day and my thoughts, and make you smile at the same time. This theory was to make you laugh, think and show you how much you love things you forgot how much you love them. You see I know you were expecting for me to tell one of my signature stories or to teach or pass on a lesson I have learned or think I have. How I was going to tie all of this together, to bring upon emotions I sometimes do. This theory was to give my dog props, and to acknowledge the many before me, that gave me a chance to share with you, what they did for me. This theory is for my old fans, new fans and those that may wonder, whats the big deal about this guy. First of all if you are one of them, I am not just a guy. I am a man, and take great pride in that label. Did someone say Blue Label. Oh, sorry, had to throw that in there. But this theory is a hallucinogenic trip, and kinda of a release for me because my mind has been so occupied with babies being born, about to be born, people passing and people in my life that I need to gather closer and or push far away. But just because I may not need someone, does not mean they are bad or me too good. Remember, "Another mans garbage, is another mans gold". So thanks for joining me again, and I promise on the next theory, I will go back to the future in thought. This is a trip, loving my animals, and loving you, even if I do not know you. That is why I love life like a Love-Sick Dog. Yeah, get it. I am feelin like a Love-Sick Dog. Having a L.S.D. moment, With Other Elements. The title, yeah, that is what it means. So I guess I did, tie this all together and give you what you really wanted, what you needed, a smile. So if you need to take something from this, please humbly take this quote, unconditionally. I did - Never take someone, life or love for granted! Hold every person and situation close to your heart because you might wake up one day and realize you've lost a diamond while you were sleeping or too busy collecting stones when you were awake.... Enjoy The Moment -
