
you think you might want to be a messenger. It's all just hangin out, drinking coffee, lampin, chillin, hitting on the hottest receptionists...successfully, posting up, frontin, hangin out a little bit more, drinking a bit more coffee, hitting on the hottest baristas...successfully... Bust out a couple jobs here and there and the money just rolls in. Chillow Mode. Riding the coffee--beer continuum around all smooth and silky like until quiting time...and then

and then you hit the bars and women just throw themselves at you. the bartenders just give you free beer and you just bask in the glory, the glory of being a bike messenger. It's all about the look, not the feel, not the smell. No worries. It's all good bro, check it out.
PS:
Kevin knows his shit. A link on Drunk Cyclist is worth a thousand hits.
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