Zach Hill is at least 7 feet tall. My mom is a real estate agent and she said she was doing an open house of an apartment place in Sacramento. At the time I was looking for cheap place to live and she offered for me to come along to see if I liked it.

It was a fairly ♥♥♥♥♥♥ place but I stuck around because my current wealth didn't offer high standards. At the time Death Grips didn't exist (this was 2008) and none other than Zach Hill was among the small crowd interested in the vacant flat. He was wearing a black t shirt that had "YANK CRIME" crudely written on in white paint. He smelled a bit and had long greasy hair but he wasn't all that out of place for the Sacto area.

While my Mom was professionally showing the features of the open kitchen Zach kept wandering around the room tapping on things with his open palm. And would occasionally stop and take out his phone and record him tapping on the object.

I'm kind of a talkative person so I approached him and asked what he was up to and he looked down and just smirked. Then he asked if I was into the math scene. I thought he meant literal mathematics so I reluctantly told him I wasn't into math and that I was an artist. He laughed so hard than my Mom stuttered and looked over to us but then continued her presentation. He then kneeled down which made his head about the same height as mine and just whispered to me "19/6 time signatures". I had no idea what he was talking about but then he just yelled "SELF CHECKOUT IS A GOOD SONG TITLE" Then ran to the exit to the room but smashed his head on the top of the doorway. He let out a weird fake sounding growl then fell to his knees. He stood up after about 10 seconds and just shouted to the room "Please tell me somebody sampled that hella ♥♥♥♥♥♥' noise!". He didn't wait for a reply then ran away.

It was only until 2011 that I recognized him to be Zach Hill, who I at the time had never heard of.