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"FOR DAD"
Pipe smoke bass strings wail during night time... rock me to sleep.... his practice session was my lullaby classical jazz all encompassing... musical genius in training. teaching music coming home cooking that bomb ass chili recipe a dash of sugar with tomato sauce ground beef and red beans.. Preparing me for school's weekly spelling bee. Persona, stoic stone face... Son of Leroy and Josephine. He can be quite mean... temperamental.... using the belt and bar of soap washing my mouth out if I cussed. A patriarch who didn't play... was James Evans before James Evans was house hold name. Rhythmic sweat rehearsal and gigs.... daddy play that base... play that bass.... play that bass... a master's degree from S.F. State but still struggled... kept the hustle.... for my brother and me. Didn't laugh too much unless it was Richard Pryor or Red Foxx... yelling, "Boy, go to bed; it's nine o clock." Father/son time took me to my first R rated movie... when I was 5... Sex and life lectures... yelling sessions.... and spankings.... when I was out of line. Cancer cut short his time... returning to spiritual realm in his 44th year...... and my 20th gone too soon but I speak to him.... I've become him... the image.... the narrative.... immersed in his being I feel the power of his presence... We've become one.... Father spreading essence of manhood... to his son. © 2013 R.M. All Rights Reserved.
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