One of my favorite parts in Felipe Delerme's excellent cover feature on Chief Keef is when a clerk at the DMV in Chicago tells Keef his mom is going to have to come down to prove his address before they can issue him an ID card, and Chief storms off, uttering simply and to the point, Uh uh. The teen rapper has responded to many interviews with similar agitation and fleeting interest; talking to him reminded me of trying to schmooze my high school-era crushes, just trying endlessly to say the right thing. He stopped by our offices, wearing the same shirt he'd performed in the night before, to talk growing up on G-Unit, trying to rap like Twista, his first artist name (Armageddon Beats) and becoming successful before his little sister.