In my last post when I imagined myself riding as a messenger, I was Falco dancing above the streets, now I'm just some asshole in a mini-van with a list at the grocery store, riding a Surly Big Dummy. In terms of eighties music it's Freshaire 1-I've already lost interest over your insipid crap. I favor the bike trails I take it easy now and sometimes I walk.
and then when someone you knew died it was quick brutal and terrible but it was quick and that's how you assumed it would go for you but you know what they say about those who assume. Now they go slow just as brutal and terrible but slow and now that's how you might go.
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.