In middle school and high school, I was a wrapper. I wrapped every morning Monday through Friday of the academic year, as well as the occasional Sunday or summer day when possessed by the wrap spirit. I wrapped quietly and meticulously, with focus, usually one among an extended posse but sometimes solo. I haven’t wrapped since July, but I’m confident that I could pick it up again if I wanted to. I came of age as a wrapper, and I remain surrounded by the wrap’s ebon tendrils.
I, like Kanye West, take great pleasure in talking about Kanye West. The brilliantly talented, ubiquitous egomaniac is a dual force of unbelievable music and even less believable controversy. Ye’s lyrics are witty, provocative, and complex, sometimes even bordering on … Read More