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Yesterday at Powell and Market there were some guys posturing as tap-dancers, and I could tell they weren't the real thing. While their presentation was decent, (smiling and all), you couldn't make out a rhythm or anything. Tourists were standing around gawking anyway. I just shook my head and got the hell out of there.
I delivered packages, envelopes, and blueprints via bicycle all day long. It was a sunny day. Cool and breezy. My friend met me downtown on his bike and rode with me for a little while as I did my bike messenger thing. Shortly after he was like, "Fuck this shit.", and went on his way.
I've been reading a good book.
My wife made a bunch of paintings and will sell them tonight at an art show. Bands will play, booze will be served. A lot of people will be there, and so will I.
Here's my cell phone number. Leave messages.
818 679-5107.
I delivered packages, envelopes, and blueprints via bicycle all day long. It was a sunny day. Cool and breezy. My friend met me downtown on his bike and rode with me for a little while as I did my bike messenger thing. Shortly after he was like, "Fuck this shit.", and went on his way.
I've been reading a good book.
My wife made a bunch of paintings and will sell them tonight at an art show. Bands will play, booze will be served. A lot of people will be there, and so will I.
Here's my cell phone number. Leave messages.
818 679-5107.