McSeven's Posts February 2008
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Feb 21, 2008 | 10:29 PMCategory:
Faith

In my profile, to the right is my Mom. She isn't with us anymore . And that really cool looking four year old, that's me. On nice days she would take me to hangout with her friends, which I particularly didn't care for, and would sneak away and take long walks. We lived in a project and the sidewalks were four blocks long without intersections, so it was safe to do that, except I change my routine one day and ventured crossing the street, five streets, I lived on Sixty First Street and Amsterdam Avenue in the Amsterdam Projects . I was obviously reported missing, the police told me, and was brought to the 20 Precinct station house, on Sixty Eigth Street, whereby became a magic land. They would sit me on the Desk Sergeant's desk, and bought me ice cream ; hence became my new objective as a four year old . My Aunts dubbed me the Happy Wanderer . So when mom took me to hangout, I went to the Station House, I think she had an inkling to my new agenda, and without calling emergency, would have my Uncle Johnny pick me up at the Station House, or call my mom to say, " yeah he's here ". Hey, I got free Ice cream and candy, Mom got a free baby sitting service . Pretty cool . huh? I learned about east and west when I started first grade. I was overwhelmed with " there are more places to go ". and just couldn't wait to see the whole new world, that would eventually shape me into who I am today. Cute kid, If I dont say so myself.
Oh , my apologies, the guy without the head is my brother and sister's piece of crap father.
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.
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Sep 11, 2008 | 6:47 PM
Category: Faith
I may have the strangest story of that faithful day. At the end of my "About Me" I mentioned going in late for work, well that was just routine, and made sure I saw all the cartoons out, before I left for what was a daily routine as a New York City Bike Messenger; to make pickups at the World Trade Center after exiting the ferry. Well one of those cartoons was a new Tarzan cartoon episode, that began at 8:30 am WPIX channel 11, this can be confirmed, and open with the animals going crazy, wild nuts, and going against Tarzan and Jane, for no apparent reason. As the drama continued, it turned out that the owner of the jungle's trading post had installed a telegraph wire with antennas on to two towers, and the sending of message's frequency was what was making the animals crazy. Only the animals could hear it, and I guess didn't understand how to respond to the noise, and eventually had every species of animal in the jungle stampeding towards the noise, the towers . Finally Tarzan realizes the problem and whats happening to the animals. During his realization he hears the thunderous pounding of hooves, screaming monkies, and trampling elephants, roaring tigers and panthers etc. are heading towards the trading post, where of course Jane just so happens to be, and wants to order stuff from England via telegraph wire as the animals are stampeding, Tarzan devises a trap to stop the stampede, by swinging back and forth on the towers with vines, knitting a net to catch and stop the animals from going any further and knocking down the towers at same time.Just as the animals reach the tower's netting, the TV's go off, two TV's go off. I couldn't believe it. So I check with the old slapping of the TV, and no dice, and begin to check other channels. Now I know both Tv"s didn't burn out simultaneously, I go to channel two, and nothing but static snow with Katy Couric saying "I'll Get you on the cell". By the way Katy had deja vous just recently in a hurricane, saying the exact same words after the wind knock out her visual. So I turn on the radio, and the report was a small aircraft seem to have nicked the antenna on the World Trade Center. So, I started to get ready for work, you know shower and a shave. while getting dressed, a revised report comes over the radio and reports there is no more World Trade Center, I'm going, "what?" By the time I reach the St.George Ferry, 7 World Trade had also collapsed, The Mayor, the Police Commissioner and numerous members of the Secret Service barely escaped with their lives, and as I reported in, over my radio, cause they wouldn't let anyone cross the bay. I was told to stay put. I was working out of Port Authority on Fortieth Street and Ninth Avenue. All of our clients and people I had just met at the Port Authority at the World Trade Center were killed . It didn't end there, because of my personna, I was mistaken as a Mid Easterner, and some lady crying and screaming from a passing car, and called me a f---ing Arab B----rd, getting into work the following three days to get my pay, a Puerto Rican man, talking to his girlfriend, looks back at me while walking and saids, "Its because those pr---ks, okay Now I'm part Puerto Rican, till finally while passing a pedestrian on my bike, calls me Osama, so I stopped and dismounted my bike and without thinking, walked upto that S.O.B, and commence to beat the crap out of that dumb BLEEP, he was a lot bigger than me and bloody him till the cops came, when ask what was going on? and explained, I was told to get lost and he was charged. While walking away his girlfriend was pleading to let him go, cause he didn't mean it. I simply responded, "Your boy friend just accused me of killing three thousand people, that included my co workers". and got lost as requested. I did get to see the end of that cartoon at a later date, and as I suspected, the animals did bring down the towers.