Popped the cherry

Probably wasn't wise to do. Manhattan is a madhouse, every single day... You basically are asking for trouble going down there. Cops with quotas needing to write something on a ticket, thugs, homeless stinky smelling f'n black guys making every black person roll their eyes at their own damn people... It's always the same old crap...

Did it to break open my fear of trying it out... it was a good and bad experience. Like, it's like  going out and running around in a white neighborhood as the one black guy there, kinda a very stupid thing to do, but enlightening... The last delivery I made went straight down the tubes sadly and I only hoped to do a good job, but everything went wrong that could go wrong with that. It's the same as any job. Do it fine and good a thousand times, the only thing people remember about you on the job is the day you screw it up. I feel sorry for f'n up the goddamn order, but I'm a good dude. I've done hundreds of deliveries that went fine. So you can't harm me an inch by calling me whatever or trying to put me down as a the bad guy.... not gonna work...

I just needed to test myself, my endurance, the app, how many orders it'd give me, which orders pay more, the distances....

Today may have turned sour, but my intention was met. I now know IF i can handle running orders on caviar on a bike in manhattan traffic and that's all that matters to me personally...

Enjoy the meals, I didn't tamper with them. and I would never intentionally damage or sully the food. Accidents happen, GET OVER IT.

Now I'm at a strange cross road. Do I spend my money on a suped up motor and try to build an illegal as hell gas bike or do I get a bottom barrel cheap electric scooter to run deliveries nice and quick instead of biking them. I would have had little to no issues today if I had my old zippy scooter.... Problem is, people order feasts from these restaurants, so we're talking massive heavy bags of food, that plus my weight, doubt it can manage to pull that...

F'n didn't even make much money today... f'n hanging out in manhattan is the pits. How you gonna live your life like that, just bobbing around looking like a big walking pile of fungus and shit, and just being useless and shitty.... I don't understand that, do something, get some kind of gig somewhere....  damn homeless mother... F'ers... Is it criminal history? Those people got locked up at a young age and can't hope to get a job, ever and are forever just gonna be homeless and shitty? I don't know...

It just sucked. Was eating my taco bell, and in walks goddamn hobo joe gets his free soda (Yeah that's right homeless people who scratch their balls and never shower put their hands all over the drink machine, now you know...) and eats, and I'm just blown away and like, wow, dude, you gonna live like that? Wow, you gonna sit down in a restaurant around people eating their meals with your homeless dirty ass like that? Stuff was messed up....

My whole life is messed up. And I wish it wasn't, that's always been the kinda foul sad theme of my life. "Yunno I wish my life didn't suck ass...."

And so it continues...

Will I go back after today's hectic if successful test run.... Sure, why not... It works. You get money. I'd rather be down there looking at wonderful boobs and ass all day than up here playing videogames and not being around females... it's just, it's work... I might just get that damn stupid scooter and get the deliveries done with that instead of huffing and puffing on a bike back and forth....

And there you have it. A very awkward day of postmates and caviar... I am sorry for the last delivery going bad. But I tried and stuff happened beyond my control... So now I know better for the future and will improve my methods, that's all I can say...

I don't even want to do this shit, but as I continue to wait for jobs to call me, it's the best I can do to kinda keep the money accumulating, sad but true...