These complex interplay’s not just between the white characters and the black characters are to me an African American male who has been in this similar situation more than once can attest is very real. Continue reading Get Out: a review on the movie and society and what it means in 2017
Last night I pulled a surprise shift at the Heavy Metal club I used to work at 6 years ago. … Continue reading New Mexico
I just don’t feel like myself lately. More importantly I don’t feel like I know who I am anymore. It’s … Continue reading This is gonna take a while
You want to know the worst part about a break-up? It’s not the knowledge that your former lover is now … Continue reading Bill Murray and Sigourney Weaver would have made a great couple too!
It seems like all of the television shows enjoy right now are mere mirror images of my own life. I don’t think that is a good thing. Walking Dead, Archer, and Eastbound and Down while each different in their style and approach all tell the stories of men who either once where great, or at least thought they were coming to the hard cold realization that things are not as they were and they are no longer the Alpha male they believed they were. Continue reading Me and Kenny P.
When we met I believed that you were the one I had been waiting on, that all my failures of the past were all to lead me in your direction. I thought you felt the same; we even had an old saying remember “God loves me most”. Perhaps that was a clue, we both thought alike and believed we were the favored one. I (born arrogant) felt that because I believed us to be destined that you shared the sentiment and that together we could weather any storm, Funny how things turn out. I really am trying to move on in my mind. I see our time for what it was. I tell myself this day in and day out, but alas to no avail. My heart wins out screaming your name while I sleep. I toss and turn on the couch. I can’t sleep in that bed anymore. Continue reading I keep forgetting
I don’t even cry anymore. This has happened to me a thousand and one times now. I am in the process of typing out my prison memoirs and in the process of ending my last relationship. Like clockwork “The Wedding Singer” comes on TV and the next thing you know I’m listening to the Thompson Twins. Continue reading I’m dying here….