blog- by PIC!
*commentary- by dp*
(stolen from black picasso's myspace page...)

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

*what the... this nukka been bloggin' elsewhere? he ain't posted over here since '05!*

Word to Don Knotts & playing your role
Current mood: awake
Category: Life

An old girlfriend of mine would always say, "we never see ourselves in the same way that others see us". I used to have a wildly warped perception of myself, & I'll admit it. More than once, I've walked thru a club imagining that I looked just as cool as Denzel did in "Mo Betta Blues" (remember that scene when he had both of his women in the club wearing identical dresses that he'd bought for them both? ICE COLD!) I had his walk right down to the "lip thing" that he did.

*dp stares blankly, never having seen Mo' Betta Blues*

On the other hand, if you were to ask my friends, I'd be the almost-tragic figure....not the loser, but the one on whom bad luck always befalls somehow. Things just don't seem to go right for Patrick. My 1st poetry group used to call me "Charlie Brown". I'm suprised they never called me "George Costanza".

*ahhh yes, charlie brown- that was a Tiff/Lisa thang... to me, you were the guy who was always driving past his destination (interpret that how ya want to). i always thought that the thieves who cleaned out your Larchmont crib also stole a li'l a bit of your swagger, i.e. the "Lucy yanks the football away" moment*

In actuality, somewhere between Boris Kodjoe & Quasimodo is where you'd find me..

*interesting... why not morris chestnut & the elephant man? or ll cool j & mike jones? or barack obama & a transsexual kim wayans? too many choices...*

If this was a TV show or movie of the week, I imagine I'd be the straight man.

*no comment*

Not the hunk, not the bad guy & definitely not the fool, but capable being ALL of them in the right (or wrong) situation with the right (or wrong) person.
My recent college tour with the Liquid Lounge brought it all home for me. I used to get the screams & squeals while on stage, but instead they all went to my homie Jason, the 22 year-old hardbody (who by the way is a marvelous poet).

*see! ll cool jason, and you- "back in the day they were all on you, nowadays they all off you..." of course you know the grass is greener over in "green jacket" land; i too realize that 19yr old girls want chris brown instead of dp... but sanaa gabrielle nona ain't 19 either! muahahahahaha (cackles wickedly as if he actually believes he will get play from one of the aforementioned splorkettes*

Now, I'm just the old guy who can spit (!) So I had 2 lonnnng months to wrap my mind around my mortality & decided to...Play My Part, blaze the stage, get the check & get the fuck out.
Don Knotts who recently passed away at 81 knew his part. He was lanky, bug eyed, had crazy jittery mannerisms & KNEW...he wasn't the next Humphrey Bogart, so he played his part. He embraced what God gave him & made a career from his awkward appearance & sincere heart.

As for me, I'm working on it - I'm getting more & more comfortable with seeing myself for who I really am.

(looking in the mirror like Stuart from SNL)
I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, & doggonne it, people LIKE me...

*makes extreme mr. furley faces: "nukka, did you refer to another man as a 'hardbody'?"*

naturalaw-dp - 12:47 PM
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3.03.2006