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McSeven

Me? A New York City Bike Messenger For thirty two years retired via injuries. Have delivered to all the movie sets here and politicians. Delivered invitation from Gilda's House To Mayor Guilliani on the very same day it was learned of his situation, and Bruce Willis and Demy Moore's Divorce papers to name a few. An artiist in every respect, and a student of life. Currently studying Classical Guitar: Spanish/ Flamenco and the Arabic language, well; one of them. My only desire right now is to drop a five hundred pound bomb on osama bin laden's head,for lung infection obtain a year after 9/11 at ground zero. Oh yeah, also a flight enthusiast. One more thing, call me BLEEP. Based upon my Sunday visits to my Grandma's house, where my siblings and I would view Walt Disney. Hence the name BLEEP, or Mickey, my older brother was called, "DD" ha! for Donald Duck. I am the second oldest of seven. Hence McSeven, which defines the stamina, perserverence and the ability to survive spiritually and physically the holy hell, what is now the past. As we all know there is a new hell raiser of which have known since 1984. As a Viet Nam Vet we suffered culture shock coming home, to overcome this stigma I became a New York City Bike Messenger. We were the shakers and the makers of that era. While cars, trucks, and mass transit suffered through the oil embargo/ gas shortage, the bike messenger was it. I have maintain this ride for thirty two years and manage six years of college. I was crippled three times as a result, my absolute need for speed? Tom Cruise doesn't say, " absolute", got that from me. Along with my youthful appearance and due to my longevity became legendary on the streets of New York and thought of myself as an Immortal among the adult sub-cult, ( Bike Messenger). I had two thousand friends who were like brothers. Happy times. These particulars didn't think of me as an immortal. They just thought I was very lucky. We lost fifty friends thru the years. those who chose to be careless; the life expectancy is three years on the job, on earth no more. In all my years you would think I'd have hundreds of stories. I do. Okay one more for now. I was working out of Port Authority and was being dispatched from a little cubby hole in the Greyhound bus baggage section August 2001 my first day on the job, some lunatic shoots four people on a Greyhound bus killing his girlfriend. I just left the terminal. Every morning I was scheduled to make pickups at the World Trade Center from Port Authority. September 11, 2001; wokeup late. I think God likes hanging out with me.