Can't a Motherfucker get no respect up here?

Aint one goddam motherfuckin' word about the farthest north American bike messenger in any of this shit, not like I don't know you fuckers, not like after fourteen years on the road here I might rate at least a mention? Fuck you guys I'm goin' club hoppin' with the joker. Just kidding, much love and respect...still what 'em I chopped liver?

Food is fuel

It's here, it's tasty.I can eat it now, well sign me up and give me some..... because at least I know the rat I'm getting.

You ask me and I tell you

That's who I am I am messenger and I know how to die but not today not like this,....

Remembered your name..

evidently you've forgotten mine. But that's okay, I lived up to the code and honor was served.

Hard times in the city in a hard town by the sea.

Ever get a song stuck in your head and you don't know why?..........
Oh, Anchorage man it's hard just to live, and the cities dieing and it don't know why. Maybe that hard town by the sea it's getting a little soft but it's still hard just to live...Might just move out to the Valley, raise some chickens, do a little grow-op, take my sister Sandy and my little brother Ray, shoot guns in my underwear, Yes there are differences, Baltimore is a poverty stricken, crime ridden sinkhole, while Anchorage has a strong economy betwixt the tourists and the oil, we'll be fine. No it's a death of spirit. Harden the fuck up Anchorage. That shit you read about in the news we've always had shit like that. Do the research. Maybe it might have something to do with who's doing the crimes?

Ring the God dam bell, ring it because.....

The losing another friend might hurt a litlle less, maybe 'cause like in that stupid movie they run every Xmas when a bell rings an angel might get their wings, Yeah I know , they were not first picks to be angels but it might move them up the promotion list. Ring that bell to drown out the under lying  sadness.

On the road

I sometimes think about those moments, the perfect moments when alles klar herr Komisar, When I felt like Falco floating above the streets with the cops behind me. I miss it but the more you live the faster you will die.
and the other side of that well, in terms of seventies and eighties pop music enough time on that road, I hate people when their not polite.