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

Yesterday afternoon I was sitting on the wall at Market Place One  next to this sign taking a break with Justin. Because we’re both hourly legal messengers moving very important legal documents, we both have clients in the building and it didn’t feel like loitering it felt like putting a little fuel in the tank. Some uptight tenants got offended within two minutes and made a phone call to management, who in turn sent out the big guns, a janitor with a broom and dustpan to move us along. As you know, I have a learned phobia of facilities management professionals toting brooms and dustpans.   

another quality of life issue

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are bite mac fries.

Mark, reminds of one of my favorite pieces by Pittsburgh messenger Tom Holland when he used to write for Dirt Rag, back in the 90's, http://www.dirtrag.com/print/article.php?ID=24&category=web-only While I'm thinking about it, here's another one that was pretty funny, http://www.dirtragmag.com/print/article.php?ID=26 Enjoy.

that's a big fucking TEN-four. Arbeit with a side of frei. word

PS: I know that you know but just so we're all clear on this. I got some Schmaltz in me. I know what's up. I know what went down. And I'd like some freis with that.

cheers to you. Good stuff and more good stuff. Thank you I hope all is well

I am I said

Mark,your words here still resonnate, 10 years after, and 3000 miles away, from my last P.O.D. Keep up the good work, and the good words. Word.

fuck the pain away

are you guys drinking? oh, heh, good cause, you can't drink here this is private property.

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