see... this is where all you guys will loose lots of respect for me (because you dont know me too well)


not gay porn... lol






well heres the story... a thursday like 3-4 weeks ago i was walking near work, after having climbed for 4 hours, and worked on my bike (covered in chalk and grease), and this random woman ran out of a restaurant and chased me down. When she caught me she says "Hey can i talk to you?" then looks at my friends and says "not you, keep walking", turns back to me and goes "Have you ever tried modeling?" so i laugh hysterically, she hands me a card, some guy follows her out of the restaurant and starts yelling "fabulous" and "amazing" and "money". somehow i managed to hear the third one through my laughing, but i didnt think anything of it.
I go home and google the stuff on the card, anyway, the guy is one of the biggest names in the male model world, and runs an agency...
So on the friday, i go in (like really what can it hurt? might make a quick buck) and i talk to them for a bit, then he takes like 3 face shots, and sends them off... then a scout from milan (for gucci) hauls ass over from his hotel room to meet me, takes a couple pictures, sends them off... anyway, i had been told i might go to paris for the summer to do catwalk, but i got a call today telling me im off to milan some time next week, and might be back in august....

650$ a per job (thats like 2 hours work, of walking like 120m and pausing for 10 seconds)

*crickets chirp in the awkward silence*


anyway... yea...


anyone got a chris king headset, and some road drops, bar tape? i wanna set up my bike before i am banned from riding a bike for a whole summer (well... im not allowed to ride a bike, as of when i first met them... yea right... no fun stuff at all really... right near the alps, but no speedboarding/street luge... no biking, road or mountain, no rock climbing)


now im going downstairs (im at work) to see if i can fit my bike, in a bike box, inside a duffel bag (might be able to sneak it over)