Yesterday, DeWayne Frazier Dickerson listened to a song on the radio titled "White Iverson". It was the worst song he had ever been exposed to.
The proud Louisville native loves to write, but when someone asks why he loves writing he seldom lets them in on the truth (he hates people). Nevertheless, his recent chapbook award from Radar Productions, as well as past fellowships from The National Authors League, New York Foundation for the Arts, and Society of Professional Journalists enable the hater in him to keep the stinkface going.
Too grown-ass man to Twitter you all about it; Dickerson currently resides in the Lower Bottoms of West Oakland. This hellbound bastard hugs one million strangers a day, yet missed mostly (when he's gone) by a brilliant daughter, and Squishy the turtle.