What a great beginning to my working week. I had a great night, financially at least. There wasn't much for stories though. I did deliver not one, not two, but three stool samples this morning, not bad for a twenty five year old hot sh0t.
Earlier on in the night I had my only good fare, three club people, they went to West Ed. The mall is a shitty place to party but fuck me who am I to judge the inside of the clubs. On the way there the three seemed so perfect polite, nice, mmmmm innocent . I liked them and I think they liked me so I gave all three of them my telephone number. Later on in the night I got the call they all needed a ride home, I told them that I won't make it its to far away, they said that's fine could I be there at a quarter past two. A time call, something that I just don't like to do but I liked these kids so I said I'll be there. They were punctual as hell. When they got in I didn't smell the typical alcohol smell, but they had this different attitude about them, not so innocent. I'll let you readers guess what they were on. That's right guys and gals the same old shit every other young hipsters is on. That's O.k I still thought they were sweet, even their nineteen year old boyfriend was cool, I just don't understand why everyone is on drugs. No one smokes weed anymore, no way that's for chumps I guess. After that I was driving these young university scenesters, they were way to innocent, boys too, I think they came from some real good homes cause I don't think that they even used bad language. So while driving them I saw this young girl get kicked to the ground by this asshole of a guy, as he crossed the street in front of us we all told him he was an asshole, I even think that we would of gotten out to protect this womans honor if it wasn't for the fact that the bitch got up and hobbled hurt to his side like he was her knight in shinning armor. That made me sick, you would think that abuse like that would change a persons mind but no the bitch is probably sucking blow off the guys dick as we speak. What do you do? I also drove a famous drummer, I don't think he was what he said he was but another musician did say he was as good as gravy, I know that did not make much sense but there was nothing really good to write about, other then that girl landing on her face. stay safe and remember if he puts you in a jar it 'll make me happy.