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Excerpts from my Book

09/04/202109/05/2021 Anthony Dixon

Facebook is where I posted my first Blog, 60 Words long. So I decided to share the good News with them first about finding a Publisher. Excerpts from my upcoming Book Nonetheless Mother has always told us to ask Questions, two Questions I asked and the answers chased my Sugarplum Fairies away. What do I have to do, answer, deliver two pounds of Drugs per delivery. Still intrigued by the second Question, how long before I could quit, answer, never, after a period of time we would find something else for you to do in the Organization. One more Question what happened to the guy that was doing this Job? Answer, he is in the East River, he started spending his Money, drawing the Cops attention to the Organization. There he went using that word again, here I go again living my Life in a single minute. I thought to myself, I would be dead if I refused the offer after he had exposed himself to me, telling me about the Murder of my Predecessor. I continued thinking that taking the offer was a death wish anyway, either by the hands of the Cops or the Customer who didn’t want to pay for the Goods. One of my Cousins took a previous offer I turned down at seventeen. One Day delivering two Kilos the Customer took the Goods and paid him with several Bullets. He became Wealthy, but at what cost? I knew that this was not the Life for me, once again I had to refuse another Lucrative offer. Yeah do I walk through the Valley of the Shadows of Death. Like Pac said ” I Live a Dove Life”. Dancing with the Devil seemed to be a preoccupation of mine. 23 Road trip to Hell This time I believe that my Life was on the Line for knowing what I did about Drug Distribution in New York and who the Players were. I went Home and told Mother that I was going to Texas to live with my Cousin Connie and learn her Craft. Connie was a gifted Seamstress who had crafted Fabrics for many Affluent People including Jackie O and Mrs Guggenheim. Her Skills puts her next to the Best Designers. Maybe deep down I was running away from what I knew about Drug Distribution in N.Y. Anyway I found myself on a Greyhound Bus heading to Fort Worth. The ride was Scenic and relaxing, I felt like I was losing the Past and embarking on a wonderful Future. Wanting to learn to be a Designer wasn’t so far fetched. In High School the Group I hung with and myself Launched a Graduation Party no High School ever seen before. Earlier I mentioned that my Friend and I dressed G.Q. so did the other Members of the Group. Part of the Festivities included a Fashion Show, some of the Clothes I wore on Stage I designed and fabricated. The Show was a Royal success, one of the reasons was, we invited Smokey Robinson and he performed on our Auditorium Stage, ooh, ooh, ooh Baby Baby, we were Bad. So wanting to take my Talents to the next Level was a timely Idea in 1977. The Bus made so many stops in so many States I thought I should have taken a Plane. But then again if I did I wouldn’t have gotten to see the Good the Bad and the Ugly American. The Bus stopped in Tennessee, so I got off to stretch my Legs. The Trip was wearing on me so I decided to get some Beer for the rest of the trip. I walked across the Street from the Bus Depot to a Bar. Inside the Bar there were three or four Deliverance look-alike Patrons sitting at the Bar. I asked the Bartender if I could have a Six pack of my favorite Beer, he said no you can’t buy anything in here. Your Place is across the street, not here, as in a White Bar. I thought to myself this is America isn’t it, I became insistent, he began to reach under the Bar, I knew it was time to leave before I became another Statistic in America’s Hatred of the Blacks. What an Education, I came this way to learn Fashion, along the way I was seeing Ugly America at its worst. Again Arlo Guthrie’s song was playing in my Head ” This Land is your Land this Land is my Land, this Land was made for you and me”, a little voice interrupted, think again Arlo. Lets not forget that Memphis most Celebrated Resident, said that the only thing a Nigger can do for him, is shine his Shoes, am all shook up was one if his Songs. Lets not forget that this is where Martin Luther King was Assassinated. Like Naz echoed ” Things will never change, go ahead and Hate me now”. It’s a way of Life, it’s almost Patriotic for these people. When the Bus……..

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Ambition, America, Life, Motivation, Parenting And Relationships

Self Reliance

08/31/2021 Anthony Dixon

Self Reliance

My last Blog I wrote about a Homeless Woman in her Twenties, I pondered how that was possible. Today I got the Answer watching a young and proud Father Lugging his Five years old Son into a Supermarket pushing a Cart. My Mother told me that I could not wait to walk at Seven Months old. Tumbling down frequently, but never stopped trying until I got it. Believe it or not selfreliance starts that early. Once you’ve got it no one can take it away from you. Selfreliance rivals Self-preservation, they are actually Cousins. At eight years old, my Brother and Two Friends almost killed me. They tried to teach me how to Swim many times, but I just wasn’t grasping it. One Day they invited me to join them in a small Boat to go Fishing. Just about One Hundred yards from the Shore, They shoved me in the Ocean, Forty Feet deep. This was their Foolproof way of getting me to learn how to Swim. After Drinking a Belly full of that Saltwater, I decided that I wasn’t going under again. I started Doggy paddling, then stretched myself out and started Breast Stroking to the Shore.

That was my Ultimate Lesson in Self Reliance and Self-preservation. Still only Eight years old, on that same Beachfront. One Day while fishing from the Shore, I heard a Commotion coming from a Boat half sunken from the weight it was carrying. As the Boat got closer I could see my Friend Lefty paddling with his One remaining Hand. Lefty was the One who taught me how to Fish. While Teaching me how to Fish he told me how he lost his Right Hand. One Day He was fishing, a Fish the same size as the One in the sinking Boat he was paddling towards me begging for help to Moor the Boat. On that Fateful Day when he lost his Arm, he was fishing with a Surf Rod and Hundred pounds Test Line. A Blue Marlin took the Bait and Broke the Rod. Poor Lefty didn’t want to lose Months of good eating. He wrapped the Hundred pounds Test just below the Elbow. In my lifetime I have seen Nine Hundred pounds Marlins. No one knows how big was the Fish that Surgically removed his Forearm Five years earlier. Today was my Day to become a Man. I swam out to the Boat to help Lefty, he threw me the Mooring Rope. I swam back to the Shore and with every Muscle in me, I pulled that Boat carrying a Four Hundred pounds Marlin, till the Bottom was stuck in the Sand.

For my Reward, Lefty gave me a Sixty pounds Slab of Fish that was sold at Twenty Dollars a Pound. That’s a Six Hundred dollars payday for an Eight year old. Not all Boys are Fortunate to live Tom Sawyer’s Life. But robbing them of the right to learn Independence is absolutely wrong. Anyway getting back to that young Father. Teaching your kids to be Lazy also starts that early. To tell the truth, I have seen Nine and Ten years old sitting in the Shopping Cart while their Parents pushed them around the whole Store. On the Kid’s part, that is Lazy and Spoiled rotten. On the Parents part that is Stupid and careless, Knuckling under to some spoiled Child’s whim’s. Can you believe all of this, just to tell you about a Man who was my Neighbor. The Name is Fictitious, however the Man was real. Ever since I moved to Florida, I have noticed an inordinate amount of Grown Men, some as Old as Sixty riding Bicycles as their main means of Transportation.

That usually happens when your License is lifted Permanently, for either DUI or just plain Negligence John was about Fifty years old living with his Spry Seventy years old Mother. Who Owned the House, Bought the Food, paid the bills and bought his Cigarettes. He didn’t Drink, so that told the Story of his Driving Privilege restrictions. He had no Hobbies Craft or Vocation. However he had a Pet Dragon ( a big Lizard) and that is the end of this Blog. She never allowed him to grow up, now she has a Fifty years old Boy on her Hands. Parting Words ” you have to let them stretch their Legs”. Otherwise, they will never stand on their own Two Feet. I have got to tell you Guys, I love writing in this Paradoxical Style…What does it mean if someone is paradoxical?
adjective. If something is paradoxical, it involves two facts or qualities that seem to contradict each other. Some sedatives produce the paradoxical effect of making the person more anxious. (Highs and lows, happy and sad) Synonyms: contradictory, inconsistent, incongruous, ironic. My Mom’s favorite Phrase was ” In Harmony” My favorite Word is incongruous – not in Harmony. I have just completed my First Book, it’s about the forbidden Subject- Racism! In it I am Critical of the Church while Acknowledging God’s Grace. I Lambasted Haters while Praising my White Friends. I Sympathize with the Plight of the Black Man, being One, while kicking him in the Ass for Black on Black Hate and for not Knowing that Africa was once the Greatest of Empires. If that isn’t Paradoxical then the Word doesn’t exist. Now I begin the Journey of finding a Publisher or to Publish it myself on Amazon. I have Two Hundred and Fifty Followers on WordPress and Eight Hundred Fake Friends on Facebook and maybe Twenty Real Ones. That’s a good start for Sharing the Ebook version. Anyway Life is just a Play and we are all just Bit Players. How you play your Role determines who we are.

Ambition, Life, Motivation

Ambition Rules

08/25/202108/26/2021 Anthony Dixon

Ambition

As far as I’m concerned Ambition should be a greater force than the Survival Instinct. Survival without excelling is of little Human value. I have been in the Workforce since Fifteen working for a major Supermarket Chain as a Stock clerk. As a result of my Age I had to get a Work Permit that prohibited me working beyond Six P.M. I worked all through High School and have always brought Money Home to support my upkeep. I Dressed better than just about everyone in the School, Teachers including. I had Money to buy the Best Weed and Bought my first Car at Seventeen, also securing my own Insurance. All the Kids in School knew that I always had Good Weed including the Dean. On my Book Bag Read the Phrase ” See me roll me smoke me” the Dean threatened to expel me if I didn’t remove the Logo from my Book Bag. Anyway that’s enough of the Background History.

The point is that I have always held my Own. At Eighteen I had my own Apartment and working Full-time for U.S. Plywood. What motivated this Blog is. Last Night walking across the Parking lot to my Car, I almost got run over by a young Woman in her Twenties. She was Riding a Hobo Cycle, a Bicycle with a Trailer that contains thei’r Worldly Possessions. Today I am sitting in the Cafeteria on the First floor looking at the same Woman unfolding a Canvas Chair on the Sidewalk. It appears that she camped out on the Grounds of the Courthouse within the last Twenty Four Hours. An Act that can get you Arrested for Trespassing. I asked myself what in the world that could put a young Person in the Predicament that she was in. Then the Answer came to me, The lack of Ambition. If I was in a Precarious situation that would render me Homeless, I would work for Minimum Hourly Wage to afford the cost of renting a Room in a Fleabag Motel. Even if it consumed all my Salary. I would use my Hobo Cycle to collect Cans, Bottles and any Metal to take to the Recycling center. Any Money I made from my Extracurricular activities would pay for my Food, while saving to get a Studio Appointment.

The rest would be saved to get a Car. Once I got my Car, I would work for Uber while Building my Credit. After a while I would buy a Hud Home and borrow from Hud the Money needed to Repair it. During the Remodeling I would create two sections, One for my Living and the other to rent out. After a while I would Refinance the House and buy another. I would continue the process till I could buy the Fleabag Motel and make it liveable for all the other Homeless people I met while living on the Streets. And that my friend is the Difference between having Ambition and the lack of it. I sympathize with someone with a Drug or Alcohol problem that allows themselves to slip through the cracks of life. But for someone who appears to have all their Faculties, yet having no Ambition, that is unconscionable. My Wife have always Rag on me that I think that I know everything and that I am the only one who knows how to do anything. I Hate to admit it but I try to be, why? I have Macgyer Mentality. Give me a Handful of Mud and a couple of Straws and I will build a Mansion. Over the Years I have Taught myself to fix Cars, Washing Machines, Dryers, Computers Roofs and anything associated with a House, Boilers and all Electrical including.

Then I took on the Project of Self Educating Myself, then moved on to Teaching myself to Write. Last week I completed my first Book, Two Hundred and Fifty Pages. The reason for the Shortness is because I Fantasize about writing a Blog with One Sentence and a Book on One Page. The Motivation is credited to Steven Spielberg, he said that once you have made your Point, everything else is Bullshit. Getting back to the Homeless Woman, if I were in her Predicament my Ambition would force me to sell everything I Owned, including my Pride. Xaviera Hollander became Rich selling her Pride. Mary Magdalene has been Depicted by Western Christian doctrine, Renaissance Art and Modern Media as a Prostitute, yet Jesus had a Place in his Heart for Her. That tells me that Anyone can be Forgiven. I know that my Writing jumps Fences, but that is my Style without sounding like a Wanderer. Anyway, Ambition Rules!