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An Hour: Delayed Due to the MTA

An Hour: Delayed Due to the MTA

I’m not here to just rattle off complaints or to bore you with some unending rant; however, I’m going to rattle off a whole bunch of complaints and rant about something that is rage inducing, although, in light current events, trivial. I’m going to talk about the MTA and all of its glory. The Metropolitan...
An Hour: 2017 Rapper Fantasy Draft

An Hour: 2017 Rapper Fantasy Draft

It’s that time of year again. We are only a few, but long lasting days away from the start of the NFL season, which means Fantasy Football is here. Every Sunday for the next four months, my phone battery will struggle for dear life as I try to keep updated on my players’ performance. ESPN’s...
An Hour: Most Important Post Ever

An Hour: Most Important Post Ever

NAS is the GOAT! NAS is the GOAT! NAS is the GOAT! NAS is the GOAT! NAS is the GOAT! NAS is the GOAT! NAS is the GOAT! NAS is the GOAT! NAS is the GOAT! NAS is the GOAT! NAS is the GOAT! NAS is the GOAT! NAS is the GOAT! NAS is the GOAT! NAS is the GOAT! NAS is the GOAT! NAS is the GOAT! NAS is the GOAT! NAS...
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...
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...