Let me take a deep breath and just look towards the future....Because today I join the ranks of the UNEMPLOYED!!! Is more clarification needed...I'm BLACK people...a BLACK man without a job! For those who aren't hip to the color choice let me clarify....no money coming in means (insert throat clearing): No partying, No gas to party or look for a job, No dating, No food (the assorted flavors of instant noodles here I come), No sex (cause I can't date), and no more Netfix (yes I find that as a necessity these days). But overall it means I'm stuck at home with my thoughts. Thoughts that move me to a more savage way of thinking. Which is the number one cause of BLACK Males in jail in my opinion. I need to stay focus and determined to stay off the streets and from behind bars.

Now that the after school special is over let me tell you what happen which lead to this point of despair.

The Beginning

Enter Me, young, proactive, handsome, tall, African American male. Walks eagerly into place of employment ready to work. (ON TIME by the way) Me sits down awaiting instructions cause Me has been a household Negro for a few years now and I know how to stay on Supervisor, the man in every way possible,.good side. One must act right when the money is right! (insert jumping up and down in the name of Jesus Christ)

Supervisor: Boy how was ya day?

Me: Fine sir really fine, got myself a drumstick and a biscuit fo I came and I'm ready to work now.

Supervisor: Now boy we got some thangs we need to talk about?

Me: (puzzled. wondering when the last time I fucked up was) OK?!?

Supervisor: I've been thinking its bout time you moved along now. You can't come back for the fall harvest. I'm giving yo job to someone else?

Me: But why sir? I've been a good Negro to ya, haven't I? (Now down on bended knee) I got payments sir? I's don't need no more bad credit. I was finally going to get that surgery to remove that other toe on my left foot. (slowly weeps into cuff of wool shirt)

(The truth was I did have shit to pay, and most importantly I have grad school application fees to come up with.)

Me: Just tell me why sir.....why?!? (zoom in on my glossy eyes stain with the disappointment of African Americans everywhere)

Supervisor: (Stands. towering over my now fetal position body) Cause you graduating boy. You leaving me and ain't going to be here no more. Ya useless to me now. (with a smile) But make sure to put me on your resume as a reference. (Exits)

The End


Now what the fuck is this shit in front of me. Because I'm graduating....Did I hear that correctly. You kicking me out in the cold during a damn recession cause I'm graduating. I really wanted to channel my inner Ike but I didn't cause thats not what a "Educated Negro" does. I but a smile on my face and said "I understood" and got though the shift.

Is that even legal? Your not fired cause you suck! Your not laid off cause were poor! Your let go for getting a degree! This is the cause of Higher Education, there is a conspiracy going on I say. What kind of fucked up world do we live in?

So now I spend my time filling out job applications that take up to an hour online, stressing over the thousands of dollars of school loan debt, wanting to stuff my face in depression, and figuring out my next hustle to prevent this type of bullshit from ever happening again.

To be Educated means to be: Resourceful

To be UnEducated means to be: A Hustler

To be MisEducated means to be: Iconic

I fall into all the above so let's see how my story plays out....I declare this blog uncensored, the truth, and officially launched....