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Sup bruh? This week we chasin dat pap with
Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller.
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Crusty old salesman Willy Loman ain’t been
slingin’ sh*t lately. Not only is his family
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flat broke, but years in da sales game dun
run his ass down and now his mind be SLIPPIN.
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Fool even been in a car accident and his wife
Linda thinkin Willy wanna end it.
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And what’s really been rubbin Willy’s
sh*t raw is that his oldest son Biff ain’t
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done a damn thing with his life and Willy
don’t know why. To Willy- Biff had it all.
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He was high baller back in high school but
these days, he ain’t livin the life Willy
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want him to.
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Later when Willy start trippin to Biff’s
face bout bein a scrub, Biff all like “stay
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chill pops, After I meet with my old playboy
boss, I’m a start my own bidness with my
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bro Hap and the world gonna be swingin from
my nuts. You’ll see.”
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Next morning, Willy step to his boss to ask
for a lil slack with the travelin. But instead
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of hookin’ a brutha up, the boss straight
up FIRES his bitch ass. Sh*t man.
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Later, Biff, Willy and Happy hook up fo’
some grubbin. Biff try to tell Willy dat his
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interview went bunk, But Willy ain’t even
listenin and starts spillin his guts bout
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bein fired. Then Willy flashes back to dat
time in Boston when Biff came a knockin to
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see his pops, and we find out why they been
beefin for so long. Turns out, it wasn’t
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flunkin math that made Biff stop givin a f*ck
about sh*t. See, when Biff got to Willy’s
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hotel room, he find out his dad been gettin
nasty with some chicken head hoochie behind
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his mama’s back. Scandalous.
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While Willy’s doin all this reminscin, he
heads to the bathroom and start talkin to
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himself. Biff and Happy decide to ditch his ass and go party with some hunnies instead.
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When they back home, mama gets crunk on errybody’s
ass. After gettin all up in eachother’s
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grills, Biff decide he’s leavin for good
and says “Look pa, I’m just some regular
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ass dude, just like you. Drop that bullsh*t
dream before it destroys you.” But Willy
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only hear what he wanna hear. Thinkin he’s
hookin his boy up, he peep that life insurance
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policy, gets up in his hoopty, and takes his
last lonely ride.
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Years of pushin product just to end up cashed
out back on the struggle? While all literary
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cats agree that sucks a fat one for Willy,
they don’t all agree that it makes him a
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tragic hero.
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Some think they ain’t nuthin tragic bout
a regular-ass street thug, a LOW-MAN, gettin
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dumped on. Cuz that’s just life son. Old-school
scholars say that if you’re of low birth,
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it ain’t possible to be a tragic hero, cuz
you ain’t GREAT- ain’t wastin no potential.
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But up in the land of the American Dream,
we’re all supposed to be equally great.
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If you bust yo ass hard enough, you can get
those briefcases full of big faces, right?
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Willy dont just sell goods, he also sell himself.
Dat fake smile he use to hustle homies been
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bradnded on his mug so long that the real
Willy ain’t even there no mo.
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So in the end, chasin dat dream don’t leave
Willy with everything. It leave him with nothin.
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And to this thug, that’s a damn tragedy.
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Peep this fine stage direction, son. Before
the play start, we gettin hit in the face
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with some contradictions, yo. We hear a flute
laying down some fresh beats that put images
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of freedom in yo dome, but on the real, the
visuals showin us Willy’s broke ass house
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trapped by big-ass buildings. What our characters
want is freedom, but they trapped in a world
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of business, bills and bullsh*t that won’t
let em have it.
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But hold up. It ain’t all gotta be depressing,
B. The title Death of a Salesman ain’t just
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referring to Willy, but to Biff too.
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Some say Biff the hero of this story. Cuz
by the end of the play, Biff ain’t bout
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rollin fake and givin it all up in a desperate
grab for success. Naw man. He know that ain’t
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the right dream for him.
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When Biff is havin it out with
his pops, he say:
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The American dream ain’t the only dream
you gotta to have. And just cuz you throwin
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that to he curb don’t mean you can’t be
free. Freedom comes from recognizing who you are.
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Catch y’all lata. Peace.