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An Hour: Speechless

An Hour: Speechless

This post may be a response to the madness of this past weekend, but it’s definitely not a response to you or any of your social media posts. So, please do not take this post personal, even though undoubtedly you will. This post is not a call for unity or more tension, because this post...
An Hour: Rain Rain Go Away

An Hour: Rain Rain Go Away

I don’t really have much to say today. I hate sitting down forcing myself to write, especially when I’m hungry. However, sometimes just writing a stream of conscious helps conjure up a piece that was lying dormant in my head. If you have been following this series in any capacity, you may have noticed that...
An Hour: Chill Out Bruh, Take It Easy

An Hour: Chill Out Bruh, Take It Easy

They say “death comes in threes,” but I think stress comes by the thousands, which is the real killer. Life seems to take every spare moment to make you a little bit more annoyed and occupied. One minute you are grooving to some Tity Boi, and the next you have like seven hundred things to...
An Hour: Just Nujabes

An Hour: Just Nujabes

This past Sunday, my cousin came to the Island and, as is tradition, we went bar hopping. There are only like 4 bars around here, so it was more like a short hop, but we got nice and toasty. Whenever we drink together, hip hop and lists  inevitably come up; typically after he and I...
An Hour: Drunkenly Text Me When You Get Home!

An Hour: Drunkenly Text Me When You Get Home!

As the Summer continues to heat up, I, like every other New Yorker, have begun to lose my mind. The City at this time is something special. It is a mix of humid wasteland and beautiful oasis. At one moment, you are cursing the gods and trying to figure out whether you are drenched in...
ICYMI Playlist

ICYMI Playlist

Yerrr. Been a while. James has been kinda killing it on our site. Give that man a 40 and a Cuban. Before this fine 4th of July creeps up and you’re scrambling to find a BBQ or rooftop to crash, I wanted to drop off a little playlist I came up with mostly because Mason...
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...