23. Hell Bus

  The sun is burning my eyes out. Merely by being in the sky. I suppose that’s what it does normally. A rare bout of insomnia last night could be a factor. It seemed to be an average night, as I was fairly liquored-up. I felt myself starting to shut down. But I didn’t make Read More…

22. Eventual Returns

  Sometimes you can hold out for a while. And sometimes you hold out for so long, you forget you’re holding out. I realized this the next time I was called into Central. I had managed to avoid that dreadful building, and its regular inhabitants, for over three months. Almost to the point that I Read More…

20. Missing The Mark

  I only caught it out of the corner of my eye. Something I had seen before. Something I’d been looking out for. In the back of my mind. A particular bicycle. Ridden by a particular person. One with the seemingly sloppy, and haphazard dress of a more typical messenger than myself. This time he Read More…

16. I Call Bullshit

  It’s nearing the end of what has become a long, profitable day. My final delivery even garnered a cash tip. Those are very rare. Couriers call them unicorns. Because most of the time we’re sure they don’t exist. The bus I’m on is extremely crowded tonight. I can’t make it very far back. It’s Read More…