The last place youll find Benjamin Booker is where he was yesterday. The artist grew up in a woodsy trailer park on the outskirts of Tampa overlooking a sewage plant, surrounded by rebel flags and religious fanaticism. The neighbors burned a cross in my yard when I was 6. We didnt really socialize with a lot of people around us after that. I spent all of my time in my head. Eventually, he found his way to the local DIY punk scene, a welcomed escape, and never looked back. After, releasing his Wa...