Bryson Tiller – Get Mine, Something Tells Me, and Honey TRACK REVIEW

Bryson Tiller aka Pen Griffey aka GodTilla dropped three songs last Friday and boy…they got me hype for his upcoming album.

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Sentimental About An Umbrella

We have this navy Nautica Umbrella. It’s very big and wide and protective. We bought it in Miami, one of my favorite time periods in my mind.  The umbrella has remained with us for a long time because it is very sturdy and nobody would dare lose it. It’s the best umbrella I’v ever seen.

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Being a short guy: an ignored struggle

You know I could already feel the eye-rolls from people who don’t think heightism exist. But I feel like it’s so prevalent that it’s become a part of who we are as a society. Men of smaller stature are always seen as less  “manly” than other men, and always angry/emotional and I feel like the struggle of a short man should be part of the gender equality agenda.

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Just one more responsibility

I’m writing this at 4:33 AM in the morning because I need to. It is pitch black in my room, it is a bit cold this spring due to global warming, and I am not tired at all. However, I did wake up at 1:00 PM in the afternoon today. I have class in the morning but I know I will have a bunch to do after class and I will never get to this so…let me introduce myself.

The name’s Dale.  It’s a simple name but incredibly drab, and I wish it didn’t sound like the name of a white low wage  office worker, or like a chipmunk.

Looking past that, I like talking about the zeitgeist, what’s happening in my contained world, and the Black experience. I like expressing my opinions on these. This blog will basically function as a peephole into my mind’s inner-city sidewalk. I don’t claim to know much, but if you can get past how deadpan my humor can be sometimes I hope I can somehow entertain you with relatable pieces  about social justice, anxiety, and Nicki Minaj’s butt.

Now that you know I have anxiety, we are friends now.