Update

The blog aptly titled at the time, Laidbacknyclifestyle, seems to be a bit of a misnomer these days. Those days of easy living seem to have vanished as my store of cash was drawn down and I was forced to return to the work force, though I hardly call temping true work. In the last five months I've gone from working on Wall Street, to being a want to be vagabond, and now I find myself a little less than satisfied indentured servant. I’ve run the gamut in my mind of possible career choices; chef, high school teacher, college professor, stock broker, sanitation worker, office something or other and I’ve arrived at the far from rational conclusion that I’m supposed to be a bass player. I’ve been playing music all my life so it’s not entirely out of left field, but one might say it is not actually a “mature” decision at this point in my life. Other then that, women are driving me insane and I’m emotionally isolated to them. My roommate is moving out to become a hobo and my brother, also my roommate, is working hours a week at a job that is far from rewarding. This is what it means to be in your mid-twenties I guess, raging against the fact that you’ll most likely fall into a routine that you vehemently despise but not seeing any other opportunities that pay the bills and then some…All and all I’m happier than where I was back at my old job but I’m far from happy with my life. Plus I’d like to grow a beard and long hair.