A collection of messages from my oldest brother D , then my Aunt H , then D again. Then my grandma. Then me. Then some collection agency looking for my brother. What can I say? There was a time when I was obsessed with answering machines... and no one in my family picked up the damn phone. #phonescreenersFTW While preparing for my radio show this week, I came across an mp3 of an "answering machine" freestyle made by my younger brother and his best friend, who were living in New Mexico at the time. In 2005, I had been out of college for 2 years and was in the middle of the beginning of what was to be some long, drawn out family shit. Some (much?) of it is detailed in the archives... maybe? I don't know, I haven't looked at it. I'm pretty sure that back in the day, I posted these tracks; if you're a long time listener, you already know the deal. The answering machine freestyles came about while I was doing an unpaid internship at a very small, ver