Wednesday, October 21, 2009
seventy; Johnny, Centurion touring bike
He’s utterly unfazed by the fact that the stranger borrowing his iphone is covering it in tears.
Just laid off of his corporate job in the city, now he part times, nickel and dimes, and plays music on the side.
It was a high-dive to low-end, but the music works wonders on his disposition, he even manages a full-toothed grin as he tells me the man who fired him didn’t know his name.
He’s got a direction (employment of just about any kind) but I think he should stop trying, because, as his bands name implies, The Aimless Never Miss.
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