Bass Beats That Shake the Soul

It's bright, sunny, and there is no breeze at the moment. I look over as she strips her clothes, her ebony skin contrasting against the bright colours of the day. The smell of sex wax fills my senses, and I start thinking how odd the name.. The ability it has to invoke the same thoughts as its name even though its use is completely different. It's March 5th, 2009 and I'm on a bus.

I want to be a travel writer. The only problem is that I work thirty eight hours a week barely scraping by to make rent. I spend five hours total on the bus and lose thirty minutes a day roughly in the bathroom. Waking up a couple of days ago made me realize how much time I'm wasting for nothing. Everyone in my life has told me how much potential I have, but I'm unsure how to tap into such unknown latent talent. So I write you this...

Your day doesn't start tomorrow, decisions are made now and keep putting one foot ahead the other. Don't walk back now because all you went through to get here has been hard enough. To do so would be pissing on your own work. If your work bothers you, do something about it. You're in control of your life, so what's the worst can these assholes do to you? Live, be free, but take responsibility for your actions and never live with regret. To live with regret is to not take the responsibility for your actions and to constantly wish for the "if only". To those that this may inspire, remember, your day starts now.