Not so long ago I was the 'boy on the bike'. I had just lost my job, and the fear of what I might become of me at home had me biking all over the city. I would bike here and there in a frenzy, trying desperatly to recoup my losses. I started frequenting libraries and biking to the unemployment center; I updated my resume and started applying places. No dice. No one was paying me to bike around; there was a freedom in having nowhere to go, but a budding sense hoplessness would not leave me. I heard "fox in the snow" around that time, and it really helped my through that experience.
Not so long ago I was the 'boy on the bike'. I had just lost my job, and the fear of what I might become of me at home had me biking all over the city. I would bike here and there in a frenzy, trying desperatly to recoup my losses. I started frequenting libraries and biking to the unemployment center; I updated my resume and started applying places. No dice. No one was paying me to bike around; there was a freedom in having nowhere to go, but a budding sense hoplessness would not leave me. I heard "fox in the snow" around that time, and it really helped my through that experience.