The first time I met Dr. Geek, he was sitting in front of Starbuck’s in Thorton Park. He was sitting, rapping, resting, and holding down one of the metal chairs that lounged next to a speaker that blared some old-school beats. He asked me my name. I hesitated to give it to him. This is because what rhymes with my name is banana. It’s what’s been paired with my name my entire life.

Thankfully, Geek didn’t go that route. Instead, he whipped up a little ditty about me strolling by, and being fly, on the mission to find that guy, or something like that. It was funny and entertaining. “That’s cool of the guy to come out for the day and rap for everyone,” I thought as a I threw him a couple bucks and continued to make my way through east side of downtown.

I didn’t think much of it at the time. I figured rapping for strangers was something Geek did as a hobby, or perhaps an activity to get him out of the house. After all, he seemed to be having too much fun doing it. But then I ran into the entertainer the next day, and the next, and just about every other time I left my house to go somewhere. That’s when it occurred to me that I needed to know his story. So I took on the role of nosy neighbor and asked him for this interview:

*Below are excerpts found in Jana Waring’s Who’s That? Discovering Orlando One Interview at a Time. To read how this man survives by rhyming beats on the streets, buy the book now!

Are you prepared to answer my questions in rhyme?
All the way to USA baby.

Tell me more about being a wordologist.
Wordology is funk. Put together in chunks, with rhythms and rhymes that make people feel fine.  And no profanity ever comes to mind. So wordology is a theology, to make funk feel equal. That’s why my shows have an ongoing sequel.  So that’s what I am—a wordologist. I put words together to make people feel better.

How much money does a wordologist make?
Enough to do two things: 1.) stay at the po house, um huh, and 2.) stay out yo house.

What do you want people to take away from your performances?
Lots of merchandise so I can get paid! No seriously—hope. Hope that they can make it—that they can succeed. Don’t give up on life. You don’t have to be a butt wipe. Enjoy people. If something don’t go right, don’t take it out on your fellow man. We all had to go down the same lane, everybody had to be potty trained.  I don’t care your race, color, or creed, but knowledge with toilet paper and how to use it is what we need.