The Ozone Awards were created to honor the premiere rappers in the Dirty. One of my local mixtape DJ cohorts likes to think of it as “our very own Source Awards.” Right.
Since I decided at the last minute not to attend this year’s ceremonies (darn!), I have to rely strictly on hearsay and photographs to fill me in on what went down. And from the look of things, I’m glad I didn’t decide to gas up the Kia and make a trip to O-Town after all. I haven’t seen this much certified Southern hot ass mess in one place since last year’s Dirty Awards.
The ceremonies took place at the Bob Carr Auditorium which could easily be mistaken for a convention room at the Ramada Inn. Most awards shows usually start off at a mediocre venue so I’m not going to past judgment this time.
A mixture of rookie rappers (read: a bunch of local niggas from the mall who scored press passes) and vets sprinkled the red carpet and press area before the show.
I would like to this opportunity to introduce my new recording artists Gel-N-Weave (aka Diamond and Princess of Crime Mob). We doing big things on Kitchen Ass Hair Records in 2089, know that shit.
XXLMAG.com very own DJ “The Fuck” Drama  even showed up to scoop up not one but two awards, shut your mouth!
I’m happy to report that the show was virtually drama free. All of the artists that attended were on their best behavior. The only thing remotely close to being dra-dra-dramatic was the little stunt that one of Jacki-O’s bodyguard pulled. Word is that he made a bold and funny fashion statement regarding future Advantage Flea Control spokeswoman Khia by wearing a t-shirt that simply read “Fuck Khia.”
I am going to make it my business to be there next year though. That is if it’s still in existence.
 I love it, I fucking love it.