Papa44 you sold out. It used to be about long days in the saddle, working in the rain and snow, puncture after puncture and busted shoulders. Now its all drinking free beer with hipsters and living the dream. If i knew there was fixed jousting i would have been there boom...
Yeah Zack, i hear you. but.. As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a hipster. To me... being a hipster was better than being president of the LBMA. Even before I went to the messenger circuit for an after-school job I knew I wanted to be a part of them. It was there that I knew I belonged. To me, it meant being somebody... ...in a city full of nobodies. They weren't like anybody else. They did whatever they wanted. They jumped red lights and never got a ticket. When they drank beer together in the park all night... ...nobody ever called the cops.
At first my parents loved that I had a fixie and tight jeans. I was the luckiest chap in the world. I could go anywhere, do anything. I knew everybody, and everybody knew me. Hipsters would pull up at the Duke and would let me park their Pistas.
Here I am, this ex-messenger, I never even used to wash regularly... ...and I'm parking Pistas.
I had it all.
One day...
One day, buffalo bill carried my mother's groceries all the way home.