“Wassup, dawg?” a young man asks. “Keepin’ it real, G,” comes the reply. “A-ight, man.” A common enough exchange, and one in which we’ve all partaken at some point, even if only vicariously through our wireless sets. Yet the significance is lost on many, so stoic and understated is the delivery. “Wassup, dawg?” – an Continue reading →
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