I turned in my uniform. My dispatcher said “I’m gonna miss you.” “Go stand by.” Time for some puzz-page… Lots of support & well-wishing at the SFBMA meeting last night. So, off I go into the world taking a little of each of you with me. Get It Burnin’ Shaggy Signin’ off.
Two dayz left. It was a dream… ‘Lil spot on a secluded wooded hill, fish in a pond, vegetables & decorative(s) on a terraced patch, maybe, just maybe some,,, Scooby Snack trees!
‘GOOD LORD I see the light ‘and it’s burnin’ my eye..
It makes me wanna cry… I hope I don’t die… Why? Is the reason, and will we have our season? And can we ever B at one?
It was a dream #2 Arts & Crafts store just off the main street of a small town (just far enough to be a little mysterious). In back Art Studios, next 2 the store is a Gallery featuring local Artists & Cultural Invites. In the middle is an open-air court yard with a scallop-shell Band Stand. ‘Little music & champagne with your Art today? Have a hang. ‘Let me take a little strain off that wallet.
I’m off early.! Please let me make it just one more day. This really is a rough job…
Late 1987 – Spring 2014 Been there Done that…
Dayz tally: 1 ½ super potent Scooby Snacks. (‘oh what the hell make it 2)
Last week… Did a few deliveries off early not expecting to do much this week, that’s fine with me.
Yesterday we (the S.F.B.M.A.) that iz, had a bike swap. I volunteered to be bike doctor. This is my last event for a while… I’ll still be a member 4 life and continue to support my biker Bro’s & Sisters, you all have made this crappy job a little more do-able, if not a little more fun. You & a whole lot of Scooby Snacks… Get It Burnin’!!!
2 weeks left! I think I am starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Yesterday, in the rain, I was day dreaming on the job as I often do. But, instead of the usual embarrassing thoughts from my drunken past, I was remembering the good times…moments…fun…
Mary was part of all of them. God Bless u Mary! You saved me from an embarrassing end to a regretful life.
Here’s 2 goods times!
Daily (embarrassments) Tally:
3 Missed streets by one block (u-turn)
1 Extra trips to the court house (did u remember 2 drop my room #206?) SHIT!
1 Scooby snack
Of course I’m gonna stay… What’s (now) 3 more weeks to go. After 3 long low paying years, I seriously hope I can make it. That tops off 25 years!! It feels like I’m getting out of jail. Only this is my Third $trike. I can’t go back! I’ve given notice, so that’s that. What am I going to do? Now that’s the question…
I’m going to start by not being a bike messenger any more ever. It’s gonna be a long 3 weeks.
Hi $haggy here again with more chronological events…
The T. (Special T Delivery) I Quit! 3 years to the day…
Can u stay just one more month? GOOD LORD, I wanna quit now! I’ve had just about enough.
3/2/11 Day 19
Sittin’ on the dock of the bay…
-Even in the rain this is a very picturesque place. High tide musically slappin’ the bottom of the pier, gulls keepin’ time. The bench is wet butt I don’t mind. Tryin’ to relax need to unwind…
3/18/11 Day 23
Last min. Ct. filing easy $.. I hope?…
Catchin’ the lights down Market street. In 10 maybe no more than 11 min. They called the right guy!
Here I am having survived the ids of March once again…
Japan not so lucky… That could have been S. F.
Every dog has it’s day… Do one to others so they say.. Give The Messenger a break today… Throw the dog a bone… Or just leave me alone… Gimme 2 seconds I’ll be gone…
2/27/13 Day 720
Well, here The messenger still iz… 2 years latter…
My employment w/ Special T did get better! Today I really like my dispatcher (same one) in kind of a sisterly way that iz. When I first started I’d tell her “I’ll do whatever you want”, desperate for gravy and wanting to impress. She held me 2 it, and I didn’t back down.
Tally to date
Heaviest load: 115lbs
Most deliveries in one day: 52 *All time most 62
Most Scooby-Snacks in one day: ? (I loose count after 5)
So that’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it…
-$haggy Get It Burnin’ Delivery
P. S. ‘You need a messenger? I’ll deliver straight to Hell to $atan himself need be… Call 1-415-786-5226
Not a care in the world, Ridin’ bikes feelin’ fine… What’s that jingle in my pocket? Hope itz a double time…
Gonna git my legs on race day iz comin’… Gonna make the break-away peliton.
Gimme the tag @ the top of the hill… When the tourist girls see me. Oh what a squill!
I’d ride my bike to the depths of Hell… Just 4 the thrill.
I’d ride straight 2 Hell… Just 2 make a deal… Ya’ know a little something to put in the will… (wheel)
*These last few entries are from some notes scratched on the back of some old trip slips.
-Lunch… I seem 2 b getting’ the gravin’ I’v been cravin’ Hargh!
Scooby-Snackin’ w/The Crain (Mike Crain) talkin’ ‘bout Salami Pirates. Yargh!!!
-4:30 “Boy you sure are fast!” “Thanx Chief, it helps to have a $2000 racing bike.” (and legs like twin pistons)
Maybe they’ll let me call it early 4 fast behavior. The Messenger version of good behavior early release.
It gives me just enough time 4 a Scooby-Snack. If I get more deliveries at least I’ll be stoned! Either way, a fine way 2 end a much smoother week.