Jackson G. Tickle Enterprises Presents…Panama’s Propositions

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Hmmm…

Life’s a bitch and then you die?

Taken.

Treat other’s like you want to be treated?

Hmmm…too simple and rarely even possible if you’re the sexxiest cat on the planet.

Smack it up flip it and rub it down?

Only applicable in certain situations, none of which include Whoopi Goldberg.

Ahhh…I’ve got it.

My philosophy on life, and specifically at this juncture in life:

I don’t want to be that dude.

Okay, that needs to be clarified because really, I am that dude. I just don’t want to be that dude. Yeah, that dude.

Now do you get it?? Probably not. Let me explain.

I’m a big fan of music entertainment music and stories. In fact, The Temptations movie is one of my favorite movies of all time, supplanting The Five Heartbeats at one point as the movie getting the most viewings at Casa de la Panama. In college, I literally watched The Temptations movie every day for a good 4 months, which is a tad on the insanse side since it’s a long ass movie (though it really is that good), clocking in at well over 2 and a half hours. I watched it so much, I managed to pull other people into my web of temptation (see, that’s a pun) and had my close compadres following along with the lives of Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike…no, Chris, Mark, Red, Dave, Ro…SHIT…

…I mean, David, Otis, Melvin, Paul, and Eddie.

[***Sidenote: Speaking of Bobby Brown, and no I won't be talking about the show which really could be the best show on television but is slightly disappointing (that's a post unto itself), I've been listening to his Don't Be Cruel album on repeat for the past few days, thanks in part to him. People, this is one of the best R&B albums EVER. There is not one bad track on this album. If you don't have it or haven't listened to it in a long while, do yourself a favor and either purchase it or put it in the CD player. I mean, it's your prerogative, but don't be cruel, and listen to it all day and all night. In fact, while jogging, listen to this album with every little step you take and once you get back home, you can eat some maca-roni. Just a suggestion. ***]

Well one scene in that movie that stands out to me is the scene where Vanessa Bell Calloway is watching the then successful Temptations on TV, clearly sullen after having realized the fortunes she could have made had she not straight up played them to the left when they asked her about “their” money, after making a hit single and a little bit of money with them. At the same time, a dude who started out in the group (who was also involved in one of the funniest fight scenes in a movie EVER) but didn’t like the direction of the group and the rules causing him to quit, is seen sitting at a bar, drunk, watching the now successful Temptations.

And talking with my boy yesterday made me realize that I don’t want to be that dude.

Basically, I don’t want to be the nigga in the vh1 Behind the Music special who started out with the group, but quit; then the next month, the group skyrockets to monumental success while I end up working at McDonald’s or worse, Starbucks. And you know they’ll find your ass and come interview you at work.

vh1 Behind The Music: How does it feel knowing that right after you quit the group they became multi-millionaire famous international superstars while you’re here putting foam on mocha lattes??

Pissed Panama: It FUCKIN’ SUCKS MAN and I’m broke!!!

vh1 BTM: Thanks,that’s all we needed! Can I get a triple fat goose sprinkled with a Juan Valdez special please beyotch??

Fuschniken dode!

Who wants to be that cat???

Right now in my life, I’m undertaking numerous projects, and nearly all of them are dependent on my working with other groups of people in order to make it, from music to books to various writing projects. That works great for me as I hate doing things solo and prefer to work with a bunch of folks I respect. It also helps that we’re all broke right now so the inevitable break up due to financial differences and management by a middle-aged white man isn’t happening for at least another 4 years. BUT…at that point we’ll be rich so its okay because they won’t show me at the bar drunk and mad cuz I pissed the opportunity for 13 minutes of fame and stardom down the drain. No..at that point, they’ll show me on my yacht talking about how fucked up my other group members/co-conspirators are while women of varying ethnicities that I don’t know spend my money on Cristal and Toblerone candy.

So that has become my personal philosophy. I believe I’m supposed to be doing something big in life but I ain’t dumb enough to believe that I can do it without the help of others around me who’ve had my back since day one. That’s just dumb. And if I start out with somebody and we have good synergy, you better believe that I’m not jumping ship because I refuse to be in the movie of somebody else’s life being played by that mixed boy, Arnez, from the tv show One on One or the movie Coach Carter, and being the jackass who causes all kinds of internal problems and ultimately leaves angered, saying some shit like “I made yo asses…without David Ruffin…the Temptations ain’t nothin!!!!”

Actually it’d be more like, “without Panama Jackson, you nigga’s ain’t crackin’!!!!!”

That’s Bobby Brown’s job.

I also refuse to come back and sing “Nights like this I wish, raindrops would faaa-aaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaallllllll” in a sequined one-piece jumper with a bad perm. I just won’t do it.

And if I ever get to do my life story, you better believe, I’ll put your ass in my movie and feature you…

…prominently…

…at McDonald’s.

So there it is, the Panama Jackson Philosophy: Never be that dude…

…because karma can be a bitch.

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