This means that in between hours of watching dudes smoking weed, I've had some time to start cultivating the sociological theories that will be the cornerstone of the book I'm writing on the weird and unexpected shit rappers do.We haven't been on the road for a week yet, but I've already got reams of material.
Sometimes they come back to our hotel with us, and I’ve even parked their cars for them when they’re too drunk to drive.
Usually I like them, because they all try to suck up to me and it's hard to hate people who are being extremely nice to you.
I also usually like them because everyone should have the chance to seduce their favorite rapper.
The quiverers are native internet users and are probably the ones who'll read this article, even though it's longer than what they're used to.
They're the ones who watched Danny's Pitchfork doc 20 times, and they draw intricate portraits of him with colored pencils and have X's on their hands.
I like talking to these girls because they are my kin, but when I do they either scoff at me because I’m not that cool online or they get all weird and don’t know what to say.
They pay to meet Danny before the show, and when he puts his arm around them in a picture, they quiver.
Then there are the gropers, and the girl who blew Danny onstage is one of these.
Gropers watch a lot of MTV and tweet about A$AP Rocky until You Tube recommends them “I Will,” which they listen to 500 times and don’t pay attention to anything else.