what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

It’s like sitting down at the blackjack table and realizing all the hands you’re dealt were predetermined long long ago. There’s no skill involved, there’s no choices really to be made, there’s no real gambling and no reason to blame the dealer. It’s all there, it’s all been there, it will all be there.  

It’s as if all the messenger work, the last-minute filings, the rushes, the bulky next-days, all of it was called in long ago. Long before the beginning of time. As if all the dispatch logs for today and for every day from here on out are already filled in, completed and on file. It’s as if the dispatcher is just fucking with you.

so anyway...

wanna come upstairs and see my Tyvek envelope collection?

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Its like...my density!

how did that yahoo get up to seattle. he's a portlander!!!! red rover red rover send lucas right over

Hey Cheers to you Bret. I hope all is well way down yonder in ABQ. And you too CM Sirena, hope all is well in PDX. Word. Word.

lucas! it looks like your hairline receded to your face.

if you send me one of those Tyvek envelopes, I'll send you my beard... although that might be a bio-hazard.

dude. word. Happy Holidays to you and all that shit.

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