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Instagram Photo Challenge #JunePhotoADay

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Yes. I am trying once again. In fact, I already posted today’s photo on Instagram, so I’m ahead of the game.

The list of challenges is above. Again, shout out to FatMumSlim, whomever she is, for coming up with these creative challenges.

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Follow Jay Fingers on These Social Networks

Follow Jay Fingers on These Social Networks

Chances are, if you’re seeing this, you follow me on at least one social network, such as Twitter or Facebook. But guess what? I’m on quite a few of ’em!

Check out the list of social networks below, then click the link and follow your boy! C’mon, admit it — you know you want to follow my misadventures! Ha!

Look forward to connecting with all of you! Cheers!

Instagram Photo Challenge #MayPhotoADay

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The truth is, you people are much better at doing the Instagram Photo Challenges than I am. Twice I’ve vowed to participate; twice I’ve failed. Woe is most assuredly me.

But since I know y’all are gearing up for May, I wanted to share the list of challenges with you. Shout out to FatMumSlim, whomever she is, for coming up with these truly creative challenges.

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Instagram Photo Challenge #AprilPhotoADay

Instagram Photo Challenge #AprilPhotoADay

Yes, I failed last month’s challenge something terrible. But this month I’ve been doing much better. Below are the pics I’ve so far taken for the Instagram #AprilPhotoAMonth Photo Challenge. Since they’ve opened the flood gates and the whole goddamn world is on Instagram now, there’s really only one thing to do: LET’S GET IT!

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Wearing A Hoodie for Trayvon Martin #MillionHoodies #JusticeForTrayvon

I haven’t said very much about Trayvon Martin for one simple reason: the whole situation makes me angry.

Yes, I know, it makes us all angry. We can’t believe that we live in a world, a country, an era where a 17-year-old black teen can be murdered in cold blood and his killer not be in danger of prosecution. But what I’m saying is, and those who know me know this to be true, when I’m angry, I don’t become loud or boisterous. I become quiet.

Damn near silent.

I fester and stew in my anger. It’s not healthy, but that’s what I do, partly because I’m cynical to the point where I don’t think anyone care. No one wants to listen. That goes for everyone, from the politicians and authority figures tasked with creating and enforcing the laws of the land to my own family and friends who have enough troubles of their own to be concerned with anyone else’s.

And so I’ve remained silent. Quiet. Haven’t said a word. Even as the evidence against Trayvon’s murderer George Zimmerman began to mount. Even as tapes of the 911 calls became public. Even as common sense and compassion began to prevail among the masses.

I am Trayvon Martin

Today, I’m breaking my silence. Today, I’m a black man sporting a hoodie, as Trayvon did the evening he was murdered, to show the world that I am not “suspicious.” The pic above was uploaded to Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram with the hashtag #millionhoodies, and the video at the very top was posted with the same hashtag on YouTube and Viddy.

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