Okay kids, dispatch #2 from London. By the sounds of it Tassie is bloody cold but at least the points are firing. 3 months done so far. The sun is out and the rain is bizzarely absent. Im now unemployed but things might be looking up, judging by the phone call i just got. Someone might be giving the paper boy a radio on monday. Gonna be funny when their clients ring up wondering where the fuck their packages are. Still you have to start somewhere. Shout outs need to go to car window smashing Ryan for the heads up and stupid amounts of alcohol he makes me drink with a bunch of people i dont know on a saturday nights. After so long off a bike its always reassuring to know i can still get paraletic drunk and ride my bike in a big city and discover the blood and bruises when i wake up in the morning. At least its better than having a drunk hobo ask you for a blowjob at 10 in the morning and then having an old man piss in front of you while relaxing in the park in the afternoon. The joys of living in a huge dirty city full of smelly people. Still im gonna see what happens and if it means having to skip the ECMCs so be it.
That’s the way sunshine, on ya bike!