Despite my best attempts to avoid the ridiculousness of the annual “Hip Hop Weekend” in Miami (two people actually got shot not too far from my building...awesome,) somehow I managed to leave the Beach only to encounter activities that were striking in similarity, if only much more subdued. Yesterday it was the party with DJ Irie spinning and special guests T-Pain and Dennis Rodman. Today was a trip 45 minutes north to Dada in Delray where we stumbled upon a def poetry jam contest. I’ll tell you one thing…poets are angry folk and the ones who yelled the loudest and had the most angst usually got the highest scores. Guaranteed I could have swept all of them - nothing even rhymed!