Doug Upp is not too deep, and tries to keep grounded. He’s found it funner to live in Hawaii, his childhood playground in a parallel paradise. Even though it’s the most expensive state to stay alive, his expansive oeuvre has helped him survive as a hometown antihero hasn’t-been in his own mind. You won’t find his identity in his words, or what you may have heard. But in the hopes of sounding absurd, he’s stirred the pot as much as he’s smoked it. Stoked less-than-friendly fires, with jokes that have expired, since everyone got woke and higher than mighty on self-righteousness. So Doug hides out in this small pond. Faintly fishy, but fond of the Imminent Riot he incited on the Warped Tour, flexing vocals on the local stage. Totally turning pages out in intermittent zines. Playing in the SF Sex Worker Film Fest, where his mini movie screened. But since seen on public access — From: Hustling Verse