“If you come home to a household of chaos and anger and fear, you’re not going to feel protected from the world.”
Sandra Bernhard

So, week before last I’m over the Vixens place and her and her sister have located a train wreck in progress on the tee vee (big up Mr. Wrong). The Ozone Awards. Jesus Christ Monkey Balls! I’m not a big fan of awards shows anyway, but this was one of the worst things (animal, vegetable, mineral or other) that I have ever seen. The people involved, the production values and anything else you can associate with it. To make it worse it was on MTV and then to compound my misery Buttahman was playing a game called, “Hoodfab” during the commercial breaks. I personally thought dude was in the closet when he worked on the radio here, the more I see him on MTV, the more I want to yell - “Just come out”. I bet Superhead could tell us what’s up. I did hear later on that a woman was roughed up that night by the cops. The thing is I was waiting for that, when I was watching the awards I knew there would be some tense cops in the area….it wasn’t just a lot of black people…it was a lot of Hood Black people and hood white folks. Those were the kind of people who’s family won’t admit their related. Now, as a life long fan of Hip-Hop I have an additional gripe. How the hell do you have an awards show where 98% of the people are from down south? An awards show where there were like less than 10 people from NY I’m not sure if there was more than one group from the west coast. WTF?!?!?! I swear I lost brain cells just sitting there and watching that maddness go on. That was like a compilation of everything that is wrong with Hip-Hop. To the point were certain dudes who were nominated I knew (and it was demonstrated) that there was no way they were going to show up. Somewhere Clive crying.