Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.

Maybe it’s because I’m no longer in college, but it seems to me that nobody cares about underground hip-hop anymore.  I remember having long, late night conversations over Budweiser and ganja, arguing the meanings of Aesop Rock lyrics and trying to decide if Slug’s “Lucy” was an actual person.  Those were the days