I’ve written about him as much as any musical performer out there starting in the late ’90s, including an extremely long Village Voice piece on Eminem and him that was re-printed in my third book. I was even asked to write his authorized biography (can’t say that about any other artist) when I was a Voice editor and fortunately had no time to even consider it. But somehow I never predicted what a horse’s ass he’d wind up turning into in real life. Pretty sure I’m done writing about him. But if not, I can’t imagine I’ll ever serve as his apologist again.