I was a bike messenger in Anchorage and it went a little like this. It was cold yet tropical and at the same time every thing was wrong and at the same time right, I was a bike messenger in Anchorage, tropical hotdog night.
and then I met the girl who wanted to meet and feed the monster and we lived happily ever after.
tales from the front
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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...
15 years ago
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