Just gotta sayOne thing about Anchorage not to many tall buildings. Every couple years or so someone would go to "The Cook" and do an asphalt swan dive. Always seamed to miss the action, never saw them scrape up the street pizza on all those hangover mornings.
and it was like this. Not like that more like something else. When you finally quit this messenger shit something has to replace that rush. I don't know what I'm trying to say maybe because all night I've been trying to find that thing the thing I got every day for fourteen mother fuckin' years and they paid me for it. Where can I get that without going to war, becoming a cop or some other high danger thing or turning junkie. I miss my two wheeled drug buddy she always came through. "There's still some of the same stuff we got yesterday." Yeah, but that stuff is starting to hurt,,,,,,,,,In a moment of weakness I almost put in a certain song and it would have worked with the theme I was going for but ya' know there's a reason I didn't.
Feel the pavement when you bounce from it, hear the engine of a car roaring behind you, answer the static coming from your two-way, embrace the corner of the box that craves your spine while you´re carrying it in your bag, taste the cold and yet sweet taste of beer when it sparkles in your mouth.