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I lasted one day as a bike messenger. Don't get me wrong, I had a blast darting in and out of traffic, cutting through every underground parking garage shortcut I knew of. I don't think my body was having as much fun as I did though. When I got home from my first day on the job, I immediately retired to the couch to rest my aching body, I put my arms behind my head and promptly popped my shoulder out of joint. I couldn't bike for 2 weeks so I had to tell the messenger service that I couldn't take the job. I'd go back and try it again now if my current job didn't pay more and was far less risky.
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