You probably wouldn’t know it just by looking at me, but I’m an ardent hip-hop fan.
Behind the button-down shirts, wingtip shoes and plastic-frame glasses is a young man who can spit rhymes from Notorious B.I.G.’s “Big Poppa” to Tyler, The Creator’s “Yonkers” to the Big Sean’s verse on “Mercy.” My love of rap music has caused a bit of hip-hop slang to seep into my everyday lexicon.
Our sports editor at the Chrony once described me as an “Asian who dresses preppy and speaks in Ebonics.” I often “aks” questions instead of ask them — while wearing a cardigan — so I guess it’s an apt description.