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I needed a place outside of Facebook and Twitter to vent my feelings, my frustrations and whatever else was on my mind.  I didn't want to bother my friends, family and former classmates with the burdens and crazy thoughts that I know are all too familiar with me, but I also didn't want to kill myself slowly by keeping all that I'm going through inside...allowing it to eat away at me bit by bit.  So, I created this... The Journal of an Angry Black Man.

I don't care much for the term, Angry Black Man, but in this instance it seems to fit.  I don't think that anyone, particularly my brothers out there, is angry for no reason at all.  But I am sure that there are very many triggers and catalysts that cause all of us to lose our cool from time to time.  For me, so much has happened and in such quick fashion, that I find myself almost in a constant state of being defensive, angry and aggressive.

I am writing because writing is something that I do whether I'm getting paid or not.  I'm writing because it's natural to me, before a thought comes into my head the letters and words form themselves there first.  I'm writing because my friends and family have always told me that I write well and that I need to follow my passion for it.  I'm writing because there are so many other brothers (and sisters) out there who can't express themselves in the way I can, but I know they share the same feelings, thoughts, emotions, frustrations and experiences that make them who they are.  People need to hear me, because they also need to hear and understand the stories of those with whom I share this experience with.

And what is my experience?  You'll have to read more to really find out and understand.




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