Bleak-ass February is over. This, as far as I'm concerned, means winter is over. Oh, it might still snow in the next two to three weeks, but it's such a punk-ass snow. Winter in March is like an abusive alcoholic father you dealt with as a child and then grew up to see as nothing more than a sad old man swiping at the air and falling over. Snow all you want, old man — your time is near.
Hip Hop (Un)Scene: On to the Next One …
Rushing into a new project can rob potential of current one
0 Comments · Wednesday, March 2, 2011
