Speaking of Diddy

I haven't seen Sean since I visited a military college friend in Atlanta and we got to meet him out at this club. His bodyguard Andrew and me almost got into it over this girl Tanya he thought I was hitting on. But then we were cool and we ended up popping Kristal until like 6 in the morning. Diddy's got a new album coming out. And from this article I read he sounds a tad insecure about it:

Perhaps this is an average day for the man formerly known as Puff Daddy. He never seemed stressed by the complex agenda. What did seem to make him nervous was the potential reaction to his new music. His driver cued up “Diddy Rock,” an inventive fusion of hardcore hip-hop and Ibiza-style dance music, which sounded great. (Then again, can a song sound bad when it is blasted in a Rolls-Royce Phantom speeding through Times Square?)

“Now don’t feel like you have to say anything — just form your own opinion, and I’ll leave you alone,” Mr. Combs said. Pause. He glanced sideways as if searching for signs of head nodding. “It’s pretty different though, right?” Pause. “You can imagine people dancing to it at some after-hours spot in Miami, right?” Long pause. “That’s Timbaland on there.”

I think we know someone is a trifle insecure when they have to point out that Timbaland's on there, as if that's an accomplishment. Isn't that guy on like 90% of the hip-hop you hear on the radio?

By the way, in that picture you'll notice P. Diddy just seems to be pouring the champagne on the floor. That's exactly what he was doing in that club in Atlanta. I never saw him drink a sip. He'd just order Kristal and Dom P. and start pouring it on the floor and sometimes on women who were sitting nearby. This one guy walking through the VIP room slipped and almost broke his neck. It was very strange.