Twenty-one year old Milo is a rapper of a different kind. With no liquor or drug of choice, he's a vegetarian whose only weakness is soda. Rappers are often late to interviews; Milo is early. At a Chinese restaurant in Culver City, he's drinking tea and reading philosopher Jacques Derrida's Paper Machine, a book questioning the media. Tall and slender with a full beard and his long hair pulled back in a bun, Milo puts the book away and rubs the tattoo of the Pokémon character he's recently inked on his arm. You probably haven't heard of him yet, but that's going to change.