First ride of the new year in the freezing friggin cold.
I've had worse, there is no doubt about it. But this is the worst in a really really long time. These running jackets are perfect under armor, under a hoodie.
I want this year to be better and a lot of that is within me to initiate.
I'm just so cold right now. I had to lift the scarf to my chin. I should've washed the ski mask this past weekend.
Read most of the Snows of Kilimanjaro on the train. I think I have less than 10 pgs to go. It's a longer short story and I new I couldn't finish it on the one ride. So far it's my favorite of the shorts I've read. There's not a whole lot of time but theme of lying aloud so much you comfort yourself with it is more universal than one would imagine. I think as a kid I would doubt him but as an adult I believe it. It'll be interesting to see the adaptation. It's been almost 3 years since I was booted from the snooty New Yorkers' reading group where they yelled at me and told me to read Hemingway. That was fine but I wasn't trying to write a Hemingway-type story and I think what I showed them was such a shock to their literary senses that they were repelled. I don't care anymore, the advice was good. Still, I laugh at that because my intentions were so good and they were met with such contempt.
The bike was tuned-up and fixed yesterday and I can see where there was indeed a bolt missing on the bottom left. The clicking noise has ceased and all is well on that front.
I didn't want to listen to heavy stuff but the wind is so bitter and cold I need to sharpen the old senses. That's why I had to put on "Trapped Under Ice," "Escape" and "Creeping Death" off Ride the Lightning.
Sent out a bunch of resumes in the past couple of weeks and hopefully the decision-makers have returned to their offices and seek me out this week.
Thank you for reading.
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