This is a reissue of an article that appeared several months ago, but whose voice should be echoed. When it is time to award the Pulitzers this damn well should be on the short list. This article appeared in Slate and gave the briefest of glimpses into the genius of Russel Jones, or Ol' Dirty Bastard. He represented the epitome of the troubled artist; drug addled, semi-schizophrenic, struggling for recognition. The platitudinous of his tragic life's trajectory had been mapped countless times before.
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