‘I guess even back then, I knew that couldn’t nobody fuck with my mixtape game. Perhaps a minor fact clearly borne out of the reality
that a nigga knew it was the only game he had; too nerdy, too square,
too safe, too mama’s boy, and perhaps too shy. Confessions from a boy
who was always more archivist than playa-pimp; the joy of my adulthood
is that I get play in the archive(s), will talk some major shit to some
data, have spent some quiet, intimate, sensual times, up in them stacks.’
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