Downstairs from the COED offices is a bike messenger office. And if you know anything about bike messengers, you know that means there are, at all times, about 15 dudes hanging out on the sidewalk who look like they might kick your ass just because they’re bored. They’re rough and tumble – that’s just how they are. Which is exactly why you don’t start screaming at them…

I don’t know if you live in the Northeast, but here in NYC we were punished by what seemed like month after month after month of greyness and cold and all-the-time wet with snow and ice and rain. But now the sun is shining, and it’s nice – even though riding is like, maniacs of every race, creed and color coming at you from every direction; nearly every moment is like, what the f*ck, how am I not dead?

In New York City, anything can be delivered straight to your doorstep, from Chinese food to rare antique furniture – to the best weed on planet Earth. That’s right, you can just call a number and have a bud-toting bike messenger show up at their apartment with a buffet of different strains of weed. We caught up with one of these drug delivery men who agreed to tell his tale here on COED. This is his story, from his perspective.