Kev was dejected yesterday.
We skied 11 am till 3 in the afternoon and the snow was good.
It wasnt the conditions that were the bummer.
Kevin makes music, just released his self-made album and sellssome of his instrumentals to skiers.
All of them, he replied.
$300 an hour.
Not as easy as you’d think.
Same at McDonalds, and the Nomad, and the Frontier restaurant up the road.
The jokes about selling sex for money have become all too real.
There are ways to adapt, of course.
And pierogis are cheap, same with instant noodles.
Even for those of us who have found employment, the picture isnt exactly rosy.
Callum was up at 2am on Tuesday, and again at 3 the next night to shovel snow.
My weekly phone calls to Bishop get less and less cordial each time.
The message boils down to: write more or were going to fucking talk.
The snow is good though, and park is popping.
It’s like the Clash said:career opportunities, the ones that never knock.
