About 8 years ago, I was younger (drunker) and much more eager to buck the system while raising a ruckus than I am now. I was a student at a little school in Virginia when some fellow ruckus raisers and I decided that we could start our own would-be newspaper and become journalists. Those few of us, with fewer skills and no journalism classes under our belt decided that we had a point of view that should – no – needed to be heard and read. This short lived paper and website were called Unedited and I served as its un-editor. I hadn’t graduated on time (still haven’t), I was in a semi-permanent funk, and lived in a building with funk on the walls called Funkhouser. Needless to say, “thoughts from the funk” was born.