and then there were three
Jul. 18th, 2001 01:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantaha!
there is a third bicycle messenger boy. this is a very interesting development. he has even more tattoos (more paint, i should say) than bmb #1. this guy was way talkative, but in a manner more normal than the other two. i asked him if they get these deliveries all day, and if not couldn't there be just one trip? he said no, they come in all day. he goes up and down mass ave all day along the same few blocks. talked about busting his ass to get packages out by six down in boston, by brattle square. this meant nothing to me. he babbled on. he said the money's worth it. i said have a good day. what a strange breed.
every time i see these guys i learn a little bit more.
this one's tattoos were very bright, very clear. beautiful olive translucent skin. a spider web and something bright yellow and red at the elbow. an elaborate bag slung over his shoulder. when he first walked in i assumed he was bmb #1, he was the same height and that same tan olive skin. but his teeth were perfect, small, contained. i stared at them a moment while he passed me the package. i should have known he was new because he walkd in the door talking on his radio, loud squawks echoing in the hallway. bmb #1 is more genteel and humble than that. this much i know.
i feel as if the bicycle messenger service is one elaborate game. we keep passing bits of paper and envelopes back and forth, but nothing ever gets accomplished. there's not really anything inside these envelopes.
there is a third bicycle messenger boy. this is a very interesting development. he has even more tattoos (more paint, i should say) than bmb #1. this guy was way talkative, but in a manner more normal than the other two. i asked him if they get these deliveries all day, and if not couldn't there be just one trip? he said no, they come in all day. he goes up and down mass ave all day along the same few blocks. talked about busting his ass to get packages out by six down in boston, by brattle square. this meant nothing to me. he babbled on. he said the money's worth it. i said have a good day. what a strange breed.
every time i see these guys i learn a little bit more.
this one's tattoos were very bright, very clear. beautiful olive translucent skin. a spider web and something bright yellow and red at the elbow. an elaborate bag slung over his shoulder. when he first walked in i assumed he was bmb #1, he was the same height and that same tan olive skin. but his teeth were perfect, small, contained. i stared at them a moment while he passed me the package. i should have known he was new because he walkd in the door talking on his radio, loud squawks echoing in the hallway. bmb #1 is more genteel and humble than that. this much i know.
i feel as if the bicycle messenger service is one elaborate game. we keep passing bits of paper and envelopes back and forth, but nothing ever gets accomplished. there's not really anything inside these envelopes.
