Regardless of the fact that I don’t have a traditional 9 to 5 these days, I still have a twinkle of joy in my heart when Friday rolls around. It might just be because I feel as though we, as a collective consciousness heave a big sigh of relief in unison, and get on with what free time THE MAN allows.
As I sat on my flight enroute to PDX this past Friday, and devoured Chuck Klosterman’s ‘Killing Yourself to Live. 85% of a true story’, I couldn’t help but notice a couple of similarities between his journey and the one I was embarking on to partake in this year’s Single Speed Cross Worlds.
Upon my return home Monday night I reluctantly turned on my computer, only to find that in the couple of days I was away, I received over 100 emails. I type with two fingers and my nose. How the hell am I supposed to get through all of those?
The only answer I can see is that I get an assistant;
If you’ve followed my chronicles for any length of time, you’ve read the stories I’ve posted on The Homie, and all the chaos they contain..
Right outta the gate we’ll get into an email from Jeff concerning an incident he recently experienced on the way to work;
See, this guy is a Viking warrior. His mere image strikes fear and respect into the hearts of men.