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.
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...
9 years ago