The Whole Entire Piece of It
The Whole Entire Piece of It
By ADGere
There is a reason for everything, that’s a fact. I am more than sure you and many have heard that quote or statement before, but I had to state it again that there is a significant reason for everything pertaining to anything in my humble opinion. Now I don’t mean the cosmetic saying that everyone recites every now and again, but in a depth more than likely much deeper than we know or realize that things do happen for a reason, not just because. In the past I have often written and told people that in an overall and specific way on getting through life and reducing stress in my life, that I honestly don’t give a fuck about many things that I don’t agree with or doesn’t affect me directly. That’s right, I truly and on multiple levels, do not give a flying fuck if anyone agrees or disagrees with me, my strategies and choices on to do or not do something. Now in saying that, also understand that though I honestly don’t give fuck, I deeply do give a dam or care about others opinions for the sake of respect, growth, knowledge and humanity. You see its not that I think it’s my way or the highway, but I do feel that from the beginning, my intentions are genuine and for the better good of all involved. Do you think that me or anyone starts off doing something consciously wrong? Or do you or anyone think that they are blatantly wrong in trying to accomplish anything at the start? Think about it, does anyone really do anything in a negative way to destruct themselves without gratification when doing anything? We may find out that what we initially thought was right may turn out to be wrong during or afterwards, but unless a persons motive is motivated by total demoralization, everyone to me has a reason for doing something. It could be a diabetic person that craves a triple cheese burger and French fries from a fast food joint, a one lung cancer patient smoking two packs of Camel’s non-filters a day or a overweight person indulging three hours at a smorgasbord drinking a diet Coke. Even a person into bondage or S&M, though however painful to those not into that sort of fetish, is bringing them pleasure. A pleasure that outweighs the pain, and that is the reason for doing so. Even a crack or meth addict that may know the damage that is taking place in their body from consuming the drug is somehow receiving some sort pleasure or euphoric feeling.
There is a reason I am writing this theory, a reason you are reading it and many more reasons it has been created in the manner it is presented. What that or those reasons are, is up to you and your perception on where you think I am going and where I have actually been, mentally, physically and so on. There is also a reason I have been absent from this particular website for a while and a reason I have been writing for others and doing things I needed to finish that the majority of you have no idea about. I am truly flattered and humbled by the thousands of emails and request of many wanting me to submit more writings, but please understand that besides writing for here, I am in demand in many other areas and to more people than I care to mention, just like you. In the last seven or eight months, I think and feel that I have witnessed, experienced and absorb more things than I have in my entire life, seriously. From finalizing my retirement, meeting people, traveling and honestly finding out more about me and my choices on things, these last seven months have been incredibly rewarding. Now my friends and partner thinks that maybe it is because I have slowed down and have taken out the time to smell the roses so to speak, but I think it has more to do with a culmination of many things that tested me on each end of the spectrum. I have been on the edge of finding things I was forcing to come true, and been struck by lightening with people on a hot sunny day, testing my integrity. I think the most rewarding geographical place that turned my life around was in Nashville Tennessee. I have visited that part of the country a few times now, and I must deeply admit that besides coming back home sick from the drastic change of weather, that was one of the most purest places I have ever been to in my life. Now many think of many things when I mention Nashville, country music, down south, The Gaylord Hotel or Painters Alley, but I think of it as a place paradise was created in. Now I will also admit that I didn’t get to see all of Nashville or the parts outside of the popular district many visit, but from what I did see, only Vegas rivals its kindness as far as personal interaction. I think what makes Nashville kinda cool to me compared to Las Vegas is that Sin City is a tourist town, and customer service is vital to the ever growing revenue the city generates. On the other hand, Nashville ’s hospitality didn’t seem forced or for profit pleasure, so the laid back style and openness hit home a bit more, to me that is. Needless to say I had never been treated anywhere so nice in my life in the many places I have been throughout the world, and I highly doubt it had anything to do with my status or reason for going down there. Now please don’t think I am under any obligation to speak highly of this place or writing for the Department of Tourism for Music City U.S.A., but just know that from the eyes and heart of an outsider coming into this town or city, I felt as comfortable as I have ever felt being in The Grand Ole Opryland.
Now if you have followed me throughout this journey of text in reading my theories of thought, you know I am obsessed with music. I listen to music constantly, and feel as though it is my calling to share all types of music to the world for free. In my writings, I speak often on the music selections I call, “Moodsetters”, where me and my best friend put together selections of songs we feel set a mood for many reasons. After taking off from writing the past months, I have created many of them ranging from classic rock to oldies but goodies. The one music disc I am writing to now is called, “Diarrhea; Tha Smooth Shit”, and it has laid back styles that inspired me to return to my passion of writing. I have been writing many theories though for the many months I have not displayed them to you on this site, but wanted to broaden my audience and write under another name on other sites and for publications that invited me into their forum. It was and is a change of pace, and I grew a bit in doing so, which I hope uplifts my theories on here, my roots, to levels of better understanding. But the reason I started this is to say this, to me, there is only two types of music, good and bad. Now, bad music may not be bad, but maybe something I can not relate to at the time or don’t feel as the artist may feel in performing it. It may not be good to me, but it isn’t bad so to speak. But like in New York , in Music City , you had the purity of artist trying or should I say looking for a break into the industry. In Miami , New York or in San Francisco , you can’t walk down the street without being solicited by an R&B or Rap artist trying to sell you disc with their thirty minutes of life’s work on it. It is admirable, because it does work if you so happen can find the right hand to put it in. I remember as a youth watching Too Short peddle his tapes on the AC Transit 43 bus, and everyone in tha town bumpin’ the same beat with different lyrics waiting for his signature, “Bitch” to come out. I remember watching MC Hammer dancing on the streets and hearing Green Day or Primus at People’s Park at free concerts, so it does work if you are lucky and persistent. But in Nashville , there are people and performers from all genres’s selling their stuff on the streets and in the clubs. The little hole in tha wall clubs like The Second Fiddle, The Bluegrass Hillbilly Bar, B.B.King’s restuarant and more, have these passionate artist that are doing their best to sneak in a original song every now and then after singing popular cover songs from artist that more than likely was on that very stage many years back. It was great, I seen a beautiful young Shania Twain looking female singing in one place, and an Asian Man singing George Jones and Waylon Jennings in another. This place was great and of course, I had to take photos with them, as I sat and drank Pabst Blue ribbon Beer (didn’t know they still sold the stuff) with a few locals that took me in like one of their own.
I am more than sure that throughout all of my travels, I am not the only one that enjoys and sees the different classes and levels of social status out and about in different environments and places. How there are popular places, exclusive environments and common place cubbyholes and concubines that cater to those that feel comfortable to patronize the establishment available to them. For example, when in Miami , the place for me is The Hotel Delano and in NYC the 40/40 Club or Mulligans. There are many play spots that I enjoy that cater to the idly or upwardly mobile and for whatever reason, things seem to flow well if you realize that there is no reason to have your brown shoes shined before you go out, because the suggested shoe requirement is waterproof bullshit resistant boots when visiting there. If you really metamorphosis a nightclub or singles bar, you can relate or equate it to an animal kennel. You have aggressive dirty dogs smelling each and every ass in the place, and cool cats just being quiet and sitting and surveying the scene for a meal and curiosity. I also would like to state that I feel many that frequent single bars or scenes of that nature are relief pitchers or set up people for the closer to finish off the deal later on. Me and my friends call most men in the clubs we go to as fluffers, that’s right, fluffers. The person like in the porno movies that basically warm up the stars to perform in and on the movie screen that you the audience does not see. I personally feel that 85 – 90% of people that go out are attached on some level to someone. I don’t necessarily mean in a committed relationship or married, but definitely involved with someone on some level to satisfy their physical or emotional needs when they need them fulfilled. Now in say that, I feel that there are some that are not involved or attached to anyone in the single scene, and looking to join that higher percentage on some level. These are not facts or case studies mind you, but just my observation in visiting places around the world. I’ve met plenty of little Oral Annie’s looking for a lollypop to lick and plenty of Booty Call Betty Boops ready to back that thang up in the bathroom stall, but have also sincerely met Sterile Sheryl’s secretly looking for sincerity and Rebounding Roadies looking for the next concert to perform at. Most in my opinion that go out, are basically getting their egos fed and having a sort of attention foreplay for what will take place later on in the evening and or early morning with the person they actually want to be with. Now if a person says the right thing at the right time in the right situation or plays their cards right at the club or out and about, they might get dealt a place to lay those cards down, if their lucky. But nevertheless, I feel everyone has someone in their life, even if that person is not the one they really want to be with.
Now as I made my way into The Wild Horse Salon to hear some music from a great band named “Tell-U-Ride”, I met the most gentlest non-redneck redneck man I will always want and need to remember as long as I live. He wasn’t or isn’t overly large or built like my friend Batista the wrestler, but you can tell that to tangle with this good ole boy, you better bring more than you planned on bringin’ if you plan on starting some shit in his club, if you know what I mean. Anyway, as I entered inside of the masterpiece of a bar / restaurant/ concert hall / clothing store and gathering place with my peers, I noticed something that is familiar to me, but something I wasn’t really expecting. In a crowd of about 500 people, I was the only person of color. I mean I seen a couple of waiters of Hispanic background, but in plain eyesight, I was the only representative of the NAACP in the place. Now coming from California, Berkeley in particular, living in Marin and Orange County, this was and is nothing new or out of the ordinary for me, but it was kinda strange to not see anyone else in here that slightly resembled me on the outside and I start wondering why. You see while shopping and going up and down 2nd Street and Broadway, I think I seen a potluck of races, but now as I think back, can’t be really sure. I know for a fact there is a after hours spot and hip-hop club the youngsters went to, but that seemed segregated in a non-forceful way. Now in between me line dancing and learning the electric slide (I don’t get out and hit the dance floor much), I was starting to feel more and more comfortable. They were also many like me that were challenged on the dance floor and we all seem to migrate towards each other for some odd reason. I was having fun and in between a spin and a kick, broke out and did my Kevin James impression like he did in the movie Hitch. But when you have never done anything, what seems easy, is rather hard, and line danicng to me, what no walk in the park. I think we all did not want to slow up the others that looked like they were auditioning for a instructional video on this swirling and whirling craft, and we were also finding comfort and laughter in each others ability to seriously fuck up each step and make each other look bad like a cool Michael Jackson mooonwalk. So as we start going away from the dance floor and making our way back to the tables, a genuine interest in life started to arise. We all start conversating on trivial topics, but there was this mystical feeling that we had a need to step it up on reasons we all were down here in Nashville . As we adjourned and sat in our unassigned assigned seats, it seemed a though many were from out of town and was just there visiting like me. Some like me were here on business, and some for pleasure, but the consensus was that our treatment by the locals was impeccable. In the group I was in, many were attached back home, but I had this feeling that under the right circumstances, they could easily become single for the evening or extended stay in this rebel flag state. Now somehow, the conversation shifted towards me and those from the western region of the United States started asking me personal questions. They didn’t mean anything by them, but since our bonding moments on the dance floor, honestly felt comfortable enough with me to ask things, and felt I didn’t mind if they did. The questions started from my relationship status, age, reason for being here and what do I think of the South. It then went towards politics and the parity in social classes or should I say the elevated separation on how it is not equal and becoming more defined. Upon answering that I think the south is a microcosm of the rest of the world and the segregation is more prominent visually, I noticed a woman discreetly taking a few pills that came from her purse. The pills didn’t look like illegal drugs, and come to find out, was a mood alternating prescription to help her battle her medically diagnosed depression. As others noticed the same event as I, the questions then shifted towards condoning them and how in their experiences, have helped many in the world to overcome obstacles they felt were not stepping stones. I then commented that I don’t fully understand the now so quick to use drugs, why they are being taken and the long term affect that I know no ones knows about. You see to me, children being placed on drugs at an early age, are being shown a microwave way out. They in my opinion, are being shown how not to deal with reality and medicate mishaps, and somewhat numb themselves to the pain that can result in pleasurable growth. I mean if you start giving a child in grade or high school drugs then because someone doesn’t want to take out the time to talk with them, instill a level of discipline and allow them to learn from their mistakes. What happens later on in life when things become hard and what drugs do you take then, extra strength Prozac? Now yeah, everyone is differently the same and has issues, and I haven’t had a physical or mental need to take Viagra or Cialis, and besides asprin and Ny-Quil, have a hard time justifying anything that takes me from reality. But I can tell you that though on the surface being able to have a horizontal flagpole wave 24/7 like a Light Saber in Star Wars seems quite entertaining, the idea of having a three day hard-on is not my idea of sexy, unless you have a box of no-dose, a sex starving nymphomaniac and a pot of KY Jelly at your disposal.
A man once told me that to imagine my life without me living it and tell me when I think death will enter into my exit or the moment of the person taking the place of me in the event. He followed the statement with asking me, what the defining definition is to the purpose within the meaning of life or of living, or reasoning for the reason in dying. I mean if you remove the rubber off of the wheels of life, will they still turn out death in the end, and has technology helped us live better or easier when the lack of it has gotten us this far? And if they do or it has, how long before the wheels warp and more importantly, are you running them on something soft, hard or in the air to make them spin faster than they need to turn? You see I know I’m an ordinary man that has lived an unordinary lifestyle, and how I see the world is how the world doesn’t see me. But on the same hand, others can state their not same but similar stories and define their path just as rough and smooth as mine. So I know I am just witnessing my life, not the lives of the entire world witnessing theirs and mine. So what is this theory about, well many things if you must know? It’s talking about my travel, my dedication towards self and realization that you can please everyone, just yourself. I get hundreds of phone calls and emails daily with people just wanting to say hello or wanting to tell me about their day and the weather. I think that’s great and do appreciate the connection I have built, but to me, it is a growing process in learning how to adapt to the change. For years I wanted to be productive and squeeze every second out of each minute to be efficient. That is now changing a bit, and I am wondering should it. Should I change the ways that has made me successful because I am now retired, or should I apply my method that got me here to my future? Should I give those that left me when I was not here another chance to re-enter into my life now, or should I keep them at a distance because I seen their dedication and faithfulness towards what I stood for? Someone I knew maybe 19 years ago that I thought was a friend, made fun of me and distanced himself from me when I was struggling to build my company. He and others in the group had great jobs, drove fancy cars and told me that I needed to do what they were doing if I wanted to stay in the group. Me and my best friend were ostracized from the group and never heard from them again until recently. Something happened in their lives and now they told me that they are about to lose everything they thought they had secured. He found a mutual friend and got one of my phone numbers and called me, emailed me and tracked me down because he heard of my success. Within 15 minutes of our first conversation in nearly two decades, he boldly asked me for ten thousand dollars. Thats right, ten racks of stripper stage notes (one dollar bills) to bail him out of a jam. Now, should I feel upset, insulted or privileged that he came to me? Should I help him, treat him like he did me a while back or what? Should I be the bigger man and renew our friendship, stand firm within the principles that separated us or what? Either way in my opinion, I lose, so that is a reason I need to define within myself to be what I have become. I relate it to situations I have learned to accept from my past. Like when companies or people felt I was the best thing for the project or situation, but wanted me to come to them instead of them sending for me. What I have learned is that when things change, you must either change or adapt with them for the moment, the next one and the future. I believe that in any and everything you do in life, you are doing something even if you feel you are not doing anything. In each step in life, you are either going towards or away from your goal, so watch your steps carefully. While working for over two decades at the pace I was in the environment I was in, I had or selected to do things then to help me to be where I am now. One thing I associated with reducing stress while working ridiculous hours was smoking cigars and drinking scotch in the middle of the day. So what I have faithfully done is stop doing both of them, to not remind me of the arena I just left. Well not the scotch all together, but defintely the smoking. It was hard, but I felt it was needed to become a participant in my new found freedom. So yes I am back writing on this particular site, and hopefully can still bring to you my insights and outlooks unconditionally on thoughts that circle me while i step through my path. I worked out a new arrangement with the new management team that oversees this site, and they assured me that the quality of writing and participants would grow and broaden. I will also integrate my other peers and new writer friends, so be on the look out for new people contributing on topics like and unlike mine. I also would like to thank the people that supported me when I was away, the support and patience you supplied was unconditional and I thank you for being there for me and the encouragement. There also were people that actually got upset with me when I was sick with pneumonia and didn’t call or write them to tell them I was bedridden. I am sorry, I was a bit too tired and hooked up to many tubes in my body to tell you I was sick, so please forgive me. And if you have never had them, order some fried pickles and defintely eat at Demo's Steakhouse and check out Hooters and Coyote Ugly by Graham Central Station on 2nd Street. If you are into adult entertainment, Anthony's and Crazy Horse is cool because you can bring in your own alcohol, but you might have to fight Adam "Pacman" Jones (The Titans football player) over throwing money on stage. I also would like to thank those in Nashville , my new friends down there and you, for welcoming me back into your lives and reading The Whole Entire Piece Of It –
ADGere
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www.theoriesofthought.com
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