Jounal 3 -- "The buffoon"

I’m going to approach this entry a little differently than the others I’ve tried before. I’m not positive that it will work out for Mr. B, but the idea is creative and I believe it is worth a try. I am going to retell the story of Sakuntala from the point of view of the buffoon. Well first off, the buffoon is a character in the story that brings a comedy relief and does a good job of it. I think his role could have been bigger in the play to make it more interesting and fun, but I wasn’t the director so my opinion doesn’t count at the end of day. So in my effort to get the buffoon more credit this is his version of the play Sakuntala: Ok… so I really have to leave my freakin comfortable bed at the mansion filled sexy girls, good food, and of course nice gear? I was living like Hue Heffner’s side kick and now I’m out here playing Kunta Kinte for this wanna-be crocodile hunter. We finally get to stop and chill and we’re in this bummy place where they don’t even drink Fiji water and the food really sucks too. I’m tired of being here I wanna go back home where we belong but mister King here has his eyes locked on this chick and wants to stay. Doesn’t he have enough wives by now? If not I’m sure he’s had relations with many women he has no relationship with, such as the girls carrying his stupid oh so precious bow and arrow.
Now, in pain, I gotta listen as he tells me all these lovey dovey chick flick-like stories about this girl Sakuntala and I pretend as if I care and it’s way different than the last 50 times. No, no your kingliness, you are good enough for her, who wouldn’t want such a manly man like you? You deserve her and her beauty and her obedience to almost any and everything you say and all the other things she comes with. Wait did you say that your mother needs some assistance back in the city? In the place where the food is delicious, the work is easy and no more galloping around shooting animals? Aww sir don’t feel pressured to make a decision….. now of course I will go back to Paradise, I mean home, for you to talk to mom. I mean she thinks of me as one of her own right. No problem let your wishes be my dreams! You just take care of your little situation here, update your roster of wives and I will catch back up with you on the other side where the grass is greener.
Ok now this really sucks, you come back so soon and act like nothing ever happened. Did you fun in that ghetto, and how did it go with the honey you were checking out? Oh yea, I figured it was just going to be another fling sir is that the end of the story? It’s not, there’s more? What do you mean she tried to trap you? Well is it yours, I mean I don’t put it past you, I mean you are the king and stuff that’s what kings do right? Oooohhhh so she claims not only that you’re the baby’s daddy but you married her too. Is this girl delusional or something? OMG so your telling me this whole time the whole story is true and now your in funky mood because of it? This needs to be on Maury!