Saturday, January 14, 2012

Character Invasion. . .

I hope you enjoy my special guest who practically begged me to write up his blog post.  Even though I was against doing this type of interview, he twisted my arm, and I agreed.  Since so many people have gotten to know me, he thought it would be nice for you to get to know him from his point of view, and also poke fun at me while doing it.  Happy Reading!



Whaddup Readers,

You know, I've been living in Hollywood for about a decade working in the film industry.  Christmas was fast approaching, but it felt weird because there wasn't any snow present and it was relatively warm for December and didn't feel at all like the holidays.  I suppose growing up on the East coast and seeing snow just helped one to be more in the holiday spirit.  I was sitting in my office going over an outline I may be doing with Spike Lee, and all of a sudden my Blackberry is blowing up.  Reg's name kept appearing on the screen and I hit ignore several times, but he wouldn't stop calling.  I had no idea what he wanted, but after the sixth time he called, I knew it had to be something.



Still choosing to ignore his calls, this time he sent a text which read, URGENT!!! IT'S ABOUT POPS.  I pushed my papers to the side and called him.  Reg told me his dad is dying and only has a few days left to live.  He asked that I come home so I may pay my respects to his father, who was a surrogate father to me.  I must admit, I had misgivings about doing this for one major reason.  I detested the projects and vowed I'd never return to Woodland Heights.  It was because of my family situation we were forced to move there, and now that I finally received an escape route, here was my best friend asking me to come back.

What was a brotha to do?  I hopped on the red-eye and headed back home.  When I got there, the weather felt more like December--10 degrees, wind blowing and snow gathered everywhere.  I hadn't seen Reg in years, but we stayed in touch through emails and occasional phone calls.  His apartment still looked the same, but appeared smaller than it did when I was a kid.  Reg took me in to see Pop.  What I found was a shell of a man.  Mr. Dunn was a muscular man, pretty tall and seemed larger than life, and now here he lay looking like someone had shaved half of his body away, leaving just a pencil size man in the bed.  It was all I could do to keep my jaw from dropping.


Mrs. Dunn entered and asked that I let Mr. Dunn get some rest.  She hugged me so tight, I thought my ribs would crack.  We sat and looked at the old family albums, when there was a hard knock on the door.  I couldn't believe some of my childhood friends had stopped over to see Mr. Dunn, but actually they were there to see me.  It was a great reunion.  Carla, Vicki and Connie kept staring at me as if they were star struck.  I suppose they were since I have made a name for myself in Hollywood.  It was getting late and everyone retired to their homes for the night, while I rested up in my hotel suite.  That's when it hit me.  After talking about old times, I decided to do a documentary about our childhood, the way it was growing up in the 70s.

I threw a New Year's Eve party at my suite, and dropped the surprise on everybody.  They were bursting at the seams with happiness.  When I inquired of the whereabouts of Marcus, another childhood friend who was also in our crew, they informed me they hadn't seen him in years and didn't have a clue as to where he might be.  I couldn't do the documentary without having Marcus there, so I told them that when we begin filming it, we would look for Marcus while in the process.  Everyone was in agreement.  What I couldn't possibly have imagined is what my documentary was going to do to me.  The harsh realities that were revealed almost killed me--and most definitely destroyed my friendships with the old crew.


I am often asked how I feel about my fame and about my creator, Kim.  First off, I wish she hadn't depicted me as being so intelligent, only to expose my vulnerabilities and how naive I actually am.  I felt embarrassed especially in light of all I learned from my friends about who they really were and some awful truths about myself.

Kim and I went around and around about Carla, one of my dearest friends who was my first in a lot of things.  She was my first kiss, first real crush and she was my first sexual experience, and I kept saying to Kim, you need to expand on my relationship with Carla, but she had the nerve to tell me that this book wasn't about a romance--it's a mystery suspense story and for me to get on board.  Every time I hinted we could make this work, she threatened to remove me from the story, so I did what any self-respecting main character would do, I let her run the show.  Personally, I don't know how she writes this stuff, which is why I'm a film maker and not a writer, 'cause I couldn't put up with all that drama.  She sure didn't have any problems putting me through a whole lot of bullshit.  Thank god she gave me a good family to work with because I don't know if I would have made it.  Hell, I'm still in counseling over the mess she put me through. 




Lastly, I'm glad she decided to write this story about me and my friends.  Though, I'm so damn glad it's over with.  That whole process was rather grueling and there were certain scenes we struggled to get through.  But don't take my word for it, you need to read our story and join the countless fans who enjoyed it, at my expense, I might add.  ~~ Clarence Knight, Film Maker of Silent Knight.



Kimberly Ranee Hicks, Author/Poet
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