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An Hour: An Ode 2 Tity Boi

An Hour: An Ode 2 Tity Boi

For the past week and some change, I have avoided a serious responsibility. I’m actually disgusted with myself; I’ve shattered all my mirrors (including the front facing camera on my phone) because I cannot, in good conscious, look at myself. Pretty Girls Like Trap has been out since June 16th, and I finally listened to the...
An Hour: Walking Home In Torrential

An Hour: Walking Home In Torrential

There is something so specially lame about being caught in the rain. I’m not talking about a little drizzle or the “sun showers” that every kid loves to run through in the summer; I’m talking about that real shit—that moment when the Mother Earth is just tired of all her children’s bullshit, and just drops...
An Hour: Chillin

An Hour: Chillin

Sometime on Sunday, my brain melted. Either while I was mindlessly staring out the Ferry window or fixated on my computer screen in my room, my noodle said toodles and dipped. At this moment, somewhere in the world my liquefied grey matter rests in a puddle, fighting to avoid its immanent evaporation. I say all...
An Hour: Leftover Ziti

An Hour: Leftover Ziti

I have a serious problem with finishing things. I can admit it, it’s a sore subject for me. Whether it’s a video game, book, or show, I will start off near obsessed and then inevitably, put it down. I do not know why I’m this way—this aspect of myself has caused quite the annoyance in...
An Hour: You Took Too Long

An Hour: You Took Too Long

Since it has been raining so much recently, I have been staying indoors and chilling out. Thanks to Mother Nature’s continued dominance in the art of water fights, my music listening time has increased exponentially, which gives me more time to muse over the wonders or lack thereof in the industry at large. While I do...
An Hour: Back 2 Back

An Hour: Back 2 Back

So, some people like to ring in their birthdays with a nice home cooked breakfast, surrounded by the people they love. Others head straight to work, anxious for the raucous good times promised after they clock out. Even saner people still, wait to until the weekend to unleash all the primal debauchery that one needs...
An Hour: It's Been A Minute Tho

An Hour: It’s Been A Minute Tho

Ay yo, it’s been a solid minute. No excuses or anything, but I have been slacking. You know how life does: you think you have all the time in the world, then boom, two and a half years flies by and you have not posted once on your blog. Time is such a fickle mistress....