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Today’s Word is… ADELE

[Editor’s Note: THIS IS NOT A REVIEW, I don’t know why people would want a review of an album 24 hours after its release, do you really need someone to tell you that you like it.. Or do you just want some talking points to sound smarter when you discuss it? Pewn Pewn, shots fired. And now for your featured presentation]


So I listened to Adele’s new album.  I loved it.  Maybe even more than her previous ones.  (Not to say it’s better, 21 musically is absolutely stellar and the more superior album).  25 is a tale of reflection on the one that got away, unrequited love and “this is probably a bad idea but fuck it, I need this” sex…shit, that’s my life.   (I won’t touch A Million Years Ago, because I don’t appreciate Adele strumming my pain with her fingers, singing my life with her words, it was like how I imagine Ronda Rousey felt when she caught that kick to the dome… I knew it was coming but I didn’t know it was coming…damn you!) As I listen, with each track it sets in that maybe I’m actually the on the wrong side of these love songs.  When did I become the bad guy in this movie?  Is this what white people felt when they first heard To Pimp A Butterfly or Black on Both Sides?  It’s like being the person who watches Hannibal and is like, you know he isn’t that bad, technically he is just hunting meat that can talk.  Care and manipulation, killing then eating…isnt that where chicken comes from?  See…. I’m turning heel.  Total, help me sang.

I also listened to Bryson Tiller’s debut album. (Yes I’m using Adele and Bryson Tiller in the same breath, just rock with me for a second) When I was able to move past the fact “Trap Soul” is just an meaty oaker made genre for artists who don’t got enough bars to rap and don’t have the range for traditional R&B and gave the album a fair spin, I liked… the first 6 songs.  I’ll take the mediocre (yes I just used mediocre again in case someone didn’t get the joke and thought I was an imbecile) singing over those tired yell raps.  What I did come away with is… This is what the other side sounds like;   A man who gets jealous when she tries to move on, tries to win back her heart even though he has no intentions on doing something with it.  A man who would take that offer for “one night only” even though he knows damn well she isn’t really bout that life.   A man who doesn’t get his ego stroked by his conquests but rather how sprung he can get her.  Shit… Am I that guy? 

Yes. Of course not.  Depends who you ask.  Look she grown she should know better. God ain’t thru with me yet.  The correct answer is that I was.  Without googling I can say Bryson Tiller has to be under 25, because that’s how an under 25 year old would do things.  (When you get over 30 then you can just say it’s sex addiction,  shoutout Eric Benet.)  I’m closer to Adele’s age than Bryson’s, closer to the antagonist in Adele’s songs than the protagonist in his.  I would’ve said Adele is doing it to herself,  but now I can say… You know what, I get it.  Growth and shit. 

As with most double standards, the same way no one wants to heat white people’s hurt feelings over the #inward, the one on the other end of the love song is the villain.  No matter how good you think you’ve elucidated or how logical your argument… If you’re the one breaking the heart it’s your fault.   I bet  Adele’s ex is somewhere like, yo but SHE ASKED to come over and SHE made the first move….. Been there bruh, been there. 



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Today’s Word is… OLD

I feel old.  Odd to hear from someone who just turned 24 but as I’m in the final year of my “young adult” demographic I feel somewhat disconnected to the average 18-21 year old.  I’ve always had an “old soul” despite my love for video games and cartoons.  It’s typically why I attract older women, connect with older people and most people would guess I’m 28 before that I was born in 88.  I’m just different from my peers, I suppose. For example

Fashion: In high school was when throwback jerseys were the thing to wear.  People rocked any team, any player, fan loyalty be damned.  From there it was super long tee shirts.  I was with both especially being a big dude.  By college it became graphic tees and wallet chains, I still rolled with it, then it became tight shirts and jeans….STOP REQUESTED.  Now I see dudes rocking lite brite colors and colored jeans and I just smh.  I’m more business casual these days, turned in my fitted collection for a tie one.  Sometimes I’ll still rock a hat and sneakers but not so much anymore, meanwhile I see dudes older than me with mohawks and #swagg shirts on.

nah, son.

Music: I like some music out now but most of it makes my head hurt.  I was raised on old school soul, I can sing along to Smokey Robinson before I can Chief Keef. I even started to get into jazz as an escape from some of the awful glow stick waving music that’s out these days. I still will turn on some Meek Mill or Jeezy on a good day but Future and Lil B the based God….umm I’ll pass.

yes, jazz

Relationships: YOU already know my stanceon relationships versus being single. I just feel a lot more comfortable in a long term monogamous relationship than chasing skirts at the club. I want my relationships to be headed somewhere and if not then why waste either of our time. It sounds insane considering I’m still young and probably the most attractive I’ve ever been to women but it gets old. I have friends who are 30+ in relationships still texting a bunch of girls, I’m over it.

Drinking: I remember the first time I got really drunk, it was freshman year, I had 151, Captain Morgan and some mystery drink. I still don’t really remember what happened that night, I remember having a semester worth of quotables, someone throwing a can at a cop car and some white girl kissing me in the elevator. It was a fun night but I can’t ever see myself doing something like that today and now I can drink legally. I still drink socially but I don’t ever remember being that drunk again (close a few times but never to that extreme). I’m too old to be YOLOing.

The devil’s juice

Overall Recklessness I grew up in the hood but I always knew that my time there had an expiration date. I had been arrested, stabbed, shot at, it wasn’t the life for me. I was never some hardcore gangsta but just someone who constantly was in the wrong place wrong time. Now I’m way too old to be fighting, plus these days dudes don’t fight fair (re: stabbing), I never been to jail jail and I never intend to. I have friends who still getting dumb charges completely oblivious to how the system is set to ruin them for life. I proudly agree to background checks, ain’t nothing there.

We are always reflecting but I always felt the major points were turning 18, turning 25, first child (if not happened already), when your child is old enough to know if you ain’t sh*t(if your kid can’t tell his/her teacher what you do for a living, reevaluate your life), 30, mid life crisis. I guess I’m just on to a different phase of my life. All things considered I had a great coming up, I’m not trying to relive it. I have teenage brothers I’m not trying to be like them, I rather be an example of what to be like going forward. It kills me to see people older than me still acting like kids. Find a tailor, read some books, diversify your interests. Put childish things away, ain’t nobody got time for that. Oh and vote.



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