I completely apologize for my absence yesterday and the lame lyrical reference in the last post. I was too busy pulling the apathetic 13 million dollar Tomahawk Missile from out of my core Chakras that was delivered when I attempted to pick up my kid at the airport Monday evening. She had been in Connecticut for a week visiting my family and was flying solo under the 100$ extra care each way of USAir. When I arrived at the Jar International Airport to pick her up because St Lissa was working the late schedule I was told by a lack of Supervisor that my name was not on the pick up list, only St Lissa's was. She took my passport behind the wall and returned with a frown saying that there was 'nothing' she could do. I looked for her eyes but she would not give them to me as I explained that what she was saying was not true. She waved her marginalized hand body and soul as I told her the truth to her back which was walking away. Skip the comas they are not perceived by this about to pop culture. St Lissa had to leave work in an emergency and get down right away to scoop Ms. Arcen. Maybe the bank will cut their losses and fire her with the rationalization that she did have to leave work an hour early pick up her daughter. We can only hope that happens so we can be one step closer to defectin, that's right defictin. Ms. Arcen is now home safe and I am somewhat over the experience of having guns, bullets and kevlar separating me from the one I love right here in the Jar.
Let the Tripe continue! What a great word, I never knew that it had two meanings. People ask me all the time about my job as a bicycle messenger and sometimes they actually seem genuine. What do you do when it rains? How many miles a day do you ride? Have you ever been hit by a car? Do you make good money? What is the weather like? Do you go to the gym at night? How far away from town do you ride? Where did you get that bag? How many bikes do you have? What kind of bike do you ride for work? How much did that helmet cost? Do those sandals have cleats? How do I get calves like that? I bet you are in good shape, aren't you? Questions like these by random bucketry repeat themselves constantly all the time.
What do you eat for lunch? Well let me tell you. Yesterday I had 2 pieces of whole wheat not toonfood bread, 2 slices of yellow Amerian Empire Cheese and a beautiful big Red tomato that I had pulled out of the garden the night before. I carried the lot in my trusty messenger bag until after my noon schedule. Then I found an empty bench and under the watchful eye of the CMPD I sliced the tomato for a sandwich that actually had flavor, real tomato taste and texture. It was the best sammy I have had in weeks and I fixed it on the same bench that the homeless use to nap.
Important B(for Billy)-Log News: Thanks to GhostRyder I now have 19 followers on my side bar which puts me one past The Ghost of Jerry Reed! Woo-Hoo, I have been waiting for this day since I realized such an important gadget existed. You are now in the rear view GJR how does my back look? I honestly thank all of you 19 folks that have taken the time to follow these useless thoughts, ramblings and pictures. If you have not already please follow me today!
Stage 5 Tour de France news: Tom 'Boom Boom' Boonen flatted, not once but twice! In a show of defiance the French cycling hero Little Tommy Voekler kept away the astute Dutchman and everyone else to take the stage win. This little fella has been fun to watch since 2002, always trying hard towards the front and even in the yellow but he had never won a stage in the Tour until yesterday. Voekler's 122mile win was really beautiful to see.