They say that walking and taking the bus builds character, not to mention help the walker/bus taker lose a decent amount of weight. Loads of bullocks. I suppose it did make me humble when I was forced to take the bus when my car decided to stop working, but as far as building character and losing weight, it did nothing. I toned up a bit, if toned means staying the same size and shape, except for the muscle pack building OVER the fat I already have. On top of that, summer is rearing is hot, sweaty, sunburned tanned head sooner than later, and I haven't lost one pound, which means when I hang out with my UFC friends and model friends, it will be 18 buff guys and ME. Last year didn't bode so well, since I felt the need to overcompensate for my, lets call it "fluffiness". Everyone was talking about swiming to the half mile bouy and back, making it a one mile swim. It didn't seem like that big of a deal. My friend Musa, who speciallizes in Judo and other mixed marital arts, was having cold feet about swimming. I, on the other hand, was totally game, and kept making fun of him, which made everyone else make fun of him. This pissed him off to no end, as its slightly embarrassing for a chubby man twice your size to challenge you to a swim, especially since he's WAYYYY more out of shape than you are. To be honest, it didn't seem like a hard swim at all. So, to get it over with, we decided to swim together, that way if one of us fell short, the other person could back him up. Bad idea. As soon as we started, I was regretting it every step of the way. At first, I really got a good stride going. It was a breeze, and I was making it look way too easy. By halfway to the bouy, Musa turned back, insisting that he was drowning. I kept going, since I was almost there. I looked back and saw my friends john and jeff join me. I reach the bouy, and started to swim back, and that's when I lost the stride. The tide was against me, and I started to panic. I paddled and kicked as hard as I could, and it seemed like I wasn't going anywhere. Just as I felt my legs lock, I saw the lifeguard come to get me. At least I made it halfway.
Anyways, until then, there's always music. And comfort food. But as far as music goes, it is the reason I'm on the bus right now; I'm sick of using a loner mic, so I'm off to get one for the home. Which means you will have to deal with more songs by me. HA. Right now, the plan for the week is this: thursday, chase will record his part for flamboyants songs, as well as several songs of his own. I will demo some hooks for unfinished songs he has, as well as songs for nick, and several other artists that I'm working with whose profile is much higher than mine (which means I'm not going to disclose any names). On top of that, I'm also going to work on songs for my AMR outfit, my hiphop album, AND my spoken word project. Busy. First things first. Off the bus I go.....
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