Counterjockey, checking in.
Right around the time I pack up and leave the Big City, the site goes down. I'm heading back to the little midwestern hole in the prairie where I grew up, but I feel as lost as ever, especially with no job lined up, no place to live, and not that many of my friends still around. But I keep going, pounding the pavement and working as many angles as I see. I line up a collections gig that pays as well as anything in town, find a decent apartment where I can hunker down for a little while, and CS finds its way back up. I've been going over the boards pretty much every chance I get.
Cheers, Raps and the Mod Squad. Two homecomings for the price of one.
Right around the time I pack up and leave the Big City, the site goes down. I'm heading back to the little midwestern hole in the prairie where I grew up, but I feel as lost as ever, especially with no job lined up, no place to live, and not that many of my friends still around. But I keep going, pounding the pavement and working as many angles as I see. I line up a collections gig that pays as well as anything in town, find a decent apartment where I can hunker down for a little while, and CS finds its way back up. I've been going over the boards pretty much every chance I get.
Cheers, Raps and the Mod Squad. Two homecomings for the price of one.