When I was around 8 years old, I used to ride my bike around most days for miles going from bar to bar to shine shoes. Also, Michigan wasn't well known for having employment. I went to Indaina on a couple occasions to work. I also did so in Texas a couple of times. I went to Virginia once to work. But ended up selling myself onto slavery in the navy. On another occasion I went to Florida to work. Where I got hit by a car and was nearly killed. Then I received the added bonus of getting screwed by the insurance company of the person who caused the accident. So eat shit and die, queerbait.