PAUSE EVERYTHING.... HE NAMED HIS SON KRILLIN.


>http://www.rollingstone.com/tv/news/terrence-howards-dangerous-mind-20150914
>
>Terrence Howard's Dangerous Mind
>
>"Everything I do with Lucious is still me, " the 'Empire' star
>says. "I just change the frequency"
>
>BY ERIK HEDEGAARD September 14, 2015
>
>'Empire' star Terrence Howard is the leading man on network
>TV's biggest new show, but trouble and turmoil have chased him
>his entire life.
>
>Terrence Howard is standing in front of a mirror inside his
>extra-deluxe, penthouse-level Chicago apartment, looking at
>himself looking back. You could say he sees himself as he is
>today, dressed in a silky long-sleeve loungewear top with a
>scarf circling his neck, like right out of the Hollywood
>handbook for dapper flamboyants. Or as what he has most
>recently become, a television-land megastar, for how
>convincingly he plays super-badass hip-hop-record mogul
>Lucious Lyon on Fox's Empire, this year's most unexpected hit
>show. Or even as certain others see him, including some
>ex-wives, as a man given to outbursts of stunning violence and
>domestic abuse, allegations of which are, in part, what led
>him to take the Empire role in the first place. "Since they
>see me as a bad guy," he says his thinking went, "I'm gonna
>play a bad guy."
>
>"Today, for me, has been about searching out who I am," he
>says. "We've got all these different faces that want to come
>out — there's at least four just in this moment, with a
>possible expansion to 432 — but which one do you let out? Is
>it the person who's cool that you've mastered? Is it the
>excited little boy?"

I really want some of that legal medicinal right now so I can understand the full frequency his answer is on.

>
>For the moment, he's leaning toward the youngster. In his
>head, he's now six years old, standing in front of a different
>mirror, in Cleveland, in the ghetto, just a little
>light-skinned black kid with his daddy, Tyrone, right next to
>him. His daddy who three years ago spent 11 months in prison
>for stabbing a man to death while waiting in line to see a
>department-store Santa. Everyone had children there. Little
>Terrence's coat was splattered with blood. But now his daddy
>was here and saying to him, "You see that curly motherfucker
>right there? That little redheaded motherfucker right there?
>You love him, because the only person that's gonna be there no
>matter what happens in your life is that little
>motherfucker."

He's from Cleveland so I understand where he's coming from to one tenth of 1 percent.

>
>In response, the formerly redheaded little motherfucker did
>what he had to do. He continued to love himself by buying
>scissors, wire, magnets and vast numbers of sheets of plastic.
>He had a theory. It might seem crazy, it may even be crazy,
>but a long time ago he'd gotten hold of this notion that one
>times one doesn't equal one, but two. He began writing down
>his logic, in a language of his own devising that he calls
>Terryology. He wrote forward and backward, with both his right
>and left hands, sometimes using symbols he made up that look
>foreign, if not alien, to keep his ideas secret until they
>could be patented. In 2013, he got married again, to an L.A.
>restaurateur named Mira Pak, and the two would spend up to 17
>hours a day cutting shapes out of the plastic and joining them
>together into various objects meant to demonstrate not only
>his one-times-one theory but many others as well.

WAT...

Someone help me understand this, please?
>
>Howard backs away from the mirror, returns to the living room.
>The place is filled with his fantastical plastic assemblages.
>They bear a similarity to building blocks but the shapes are
>infinitely more complex, in two dimensions and three, tied
>together by copper wire or held in place by magnets. There are
>hemispheres, cubes, tetrahedrons and flighty wings. Some of
>the objects are as small as mice, others as big as fire
>hydrants; some are hanging, some free-standing, a few larger
>ones lit from the inside with LED twinkle stars. They are
>gorgeous and otherworldly. He has no name for them. They just
>are. He loves them just as much as he loves himself and his
>infant son, Qirin, who is sleeping nearby and will one day
>inherit U.S. patent 20150079872 A1 ("Systems and methods for
>enhanced building-block applications"), among others.

NIGGA NAMED HIS SON KRILLIN. *SCUST AT THIS DUDE*

>
>"Well," he says, "I was difficult, but only because I would
>not conform. During The Best Man, they kept saying about this
>one line, 'This is a joke, so say it as a joke.' I was like,
>'Y'all do what you want, but I'm not going to mutilate this
>moment.' And I said the line like I wanted, pausing before
>saying, 'Y'all know there ain't nothin' better than pussy,
>except some new pussy.' That seals my character, who he was.
>But after that, they spent the next year talking about how
>difficult I was. Then the movie comes out, I get all these
>accolades, and now the producers are like, 'Oh, you made the
>movie.' But now they've set it up that Terrence is difficult,
>and so that has followed me."

He should've played the game.

>Grievances, he's got a few. Just the way it worked out, with
>him coming off the success of Crash and Hustle & Flow and a
>Denzel-like career waiting in the wings, he was the first hire
>and highest-paid actor on Iron Man, $3.5 million, with an
>additional $5 million waiting if a sequel got made. At this
>point, he'd heard the producers weren't interested in Robert
>Downey Jr., because of his past drug problems. But Howard says
>he told them he'd take a $1 million pay cut if they auditioned
>Downey and hired him. (Marvel Studios disputes Howard's
>version of Downey's hiring and the alleged salary cut, saying
>Howard played no part in getting Downey the job.) "Robert was
>so thankful and dadadadada," says Howard. Come time to make
>Iron Man 2, however, the producers went to Howard's agent,
>told him they were cutting Howard's part down and wanted a
>salary reduction. As Howard recalls it, his agent said "fuck
>you" and slammed down the phone. By the next day, Don Cheadle
>had been hired as his replacement.
>
>
>
>"And so," he says, "I called Robby and was like, 'Look,
>man . . .' Leaving messages with his assistants, called
>him at least 17 times that day and 21 the next and finally
>left a message saying, 'Look, man, I need the help that I gave
>you.' Never heard from him. And guess who got the millions I
>was supposed to get? He got the whole franchise, so I've
>actually given him $100 million, which ends up being a $100
>million loss for me from me trying to look after somebody,
>but, you know, to this day I would do the same thing. It's
>just my nature."

Damn, Marvel and RDJr screwed him over.


>Pak rummages around and comes up with it. Howard puts it in a
>laptop. It's a phone call, he says, between him and ex-wife
>Ghent that he secretly recorded. It starts off with her
>calling him "a fucking twat." She then goes on a rampage,
>threatening to sell tabloids some "fucking shitty tapes" of
>him having phone sex and dancing naked if he doesn't give her
>the money she says she is due and barking, "You're a fucking
>sociopath. Everybody should know it. I'm so sick of the shit
>that you've put me through."
>
>It goes on for almost 13 endless, weird, brain-frying minutes,
>with Howard keeping his cool throughout, both on the recording
>and in the present moment. What he wants to demonstrate is
>that Ghent was the pit bull in their relationship, him the
>passive pussycat, no matter what she might say in legal
>documents or court. "I mean, does that sound like somebody
>afraid of me?" And it's true: Ghent's rage and bile are so
>ocean-deep you could drown in them. But she probably should
>have drawn the line at extortion. It's what has allowed Howard
>to go to court and ask that their 2012 divorce settlement —
>it gives Ghent a big part of his Empire salary — be
>dismissed, which in mid-August a judge will do, finding that
>Howard was "coerced" into the settlement. But at the moment,
>all he can do is glare at the laptop, leaning toward it,
>hissing, "You fucking bitch. Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck
>up!" (Ghent's lawyers declined comment; however, a press
>release following the decision called the court's process
>"skewed" and said their client "is currently evaluating her
>legal options.")

Good for him. It sucks that his wife blackmailed him into this situation.

>"No. I took ayahuasca once. The only answer I got was 'Keep
>following your hands.' "

Now i want to try ayahuasca. Let me experience a trip of epic proportions. That harsh Cleveland environment teaches very harsh life lessons. Apparently it messed him up but he's come out of it okay... barely. He can hold his shit long enough to perform at an award winning level so that works for him.