Once upon a time I would have been on the other end of the. "Our van ran out of gas outside of 'The Messenger Bar*', rescue us." phone call. This just wouldn't have happened not on our watch. We knew better, back then it we knew to say." Screw the van, get the band the fuck out of Darwin's before they talk them into playing a song or two, for a couple of drinks, immediate rescue, like Dunkirk, baby! You with the pick-up, you with the wagon, go to the rescue. Do it for the sake of their second set." This was before they started drinking, before the rescue arrived.
*It's like, this obscure insider Darwin's/bike messenger joke and it's dam funny too. Trust me have I ever lied to you before at least that you know about?
tales from the front - 2:55pm i'm leaving 315 Bay st. after meeting up with 50 to hand him a job going north that's got more than an hour left. I'm headed to 235 Mo, to grab a j...
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