Dear Yeezy,
First off, let me just say thank you. In these tough economic times, I can always count on you to help me fill my daily story quota and keep a roof over my head. And second, let me just say that you are an enigma wrapped in a conundrum and swathed in a layer of Murakami-patterned mystery.
After your stage-rushing MTV EMAs rant from a couple of years ago and, well, all your other awards-show flip-outs and boycott threats, I thought that it was losing that set you off. Now you've gone and flipped the script completely by ranting about winning! I'm beginning to think your whole career is one big performance art piece that we're just not hip enough to get.
