This spoken word poet/MC hails from a small Petri dish of a town in the neo-conservative state of Arizona. Like most american born kids he spent most of his time as a child listening to crappy pop tunes and being a good little consumer. Though as mine+us grew older he began to develop a secret distaste for society and its oppressors. This disgust grew into hatred for authoritative teachers and fake friendly smiles. Around the same time he began to keep his feelings hidden in between the lines of his rhyme book and confining himself to weekend feasts of half ounces and foreign films for fun and started straying from the pop culture he once knew. INTERMISSION: Damn, something about talking in the third person weirds me the f**k out. Okay, so it's the year 2000 (or so they say) Hard liquor, blunts, art, and a microphone I stole from my RADIO/TV production class became my best friends.(posse) the seasons changed and I graduated from a public sch...