Twenty-one degrees. A light, frosty wind. A light, grainy snow dusting the ground. While moderately irrelevant, it seems that these weather inclements separated men from boys in our little town. While the attendance was relatively low, it was a guarantee that anybody who showed up at the Beauty Shop encountered that signature blend of unique fun. Lane Weaver's flow was immaculate, Utopia Park was dressed for the occasion, and Ill & Natti threw down some bold dub-on-reggae beats. Plus, we've got some sick new clothes we gotta show you sometime - More will follow. For now, I'm going to go hibernate. I'll see y'all when it's sunshinin' outside!
-C.C.I xx
