Friday night came and went. No money no problems. Fucking boring. I got some decent stories. First there was the women I picked up earlier in the evening. She flagged me down on a 109st and Jasper ave. When she got in she told me to get her to the west end on the double. I asked what the problem was. "Well I just got a phone call from my seventeen year old son, he told me that there is ambulance outside" she answered. My first though was that the womens husband had a heart attack or something. So I asked "where is your husband?" She said " o well I guess he is at home." I asked if he was alright. She said "yes he's fine. It's my seventeen year old, he has friends that are probably to blame." I started to paint a picture of the situation. I figured that the teenager might have some issues with some nasty types. So I asked her "does your boy do drugs?" She was an honest lady and she told me the truth "I think so, his head hasn't been screwed on too tight lately" she paused took a breath and sighed then said "we tried to tell him those other boys were no good, but he just wouldn't listen. Now there is and ambulance and some police cars waiting for me to get home. Fuck I was at my companies Christmas party. This was the first Friday night I had left the house in years." I felt bad for her for a second then realized that the reason that the kid was in trouble was that the parents did not want to keep the bad apple on a tight leash. Just let the kids do as they please and things well work out for the best. Well she now knows that's bullshit. I told her that the city is filled with young punk gang member who don't give a shit because they don't have to, their parents don't care and give them way to much freedom. She said " I know you're right" I told her to get the kid to take a drug test if it's positive for drugs (weed is not a drug) then give him the option to throw the habit, or live the street life on Stony Plain road. She told me "I already tried to get him to take a drug test but the little bastard ran off". I said that the cops are at your house for a bad reason maybe a drug test will be a good thing that comes out of it, she agreed. She got to her house the cops were everywhere she tipped me ten bucks and went in to her home to face the music. If you the reader have any kids don't let them run loose in the big city or else you know what will happen.
As I was writing this blog I got a phone call it's 6:30 am some dude at a west end address called me looking for a half for sixty, I told him I'm done work and that I drive a taxi I don't push blow. He said that his name is Chris and that I can trust him because I know him, He sounded fucked up. You Guys life is fucked up in many ways so fuck doing blow and live life, but if you need chemical help ask your doctor, he'll fuck you good I promise.
There was also this girl she is under eighteen and already has two kids and a third on the way, when I dropped her off she said she did not want to pay, then she got away but fuck I'm to tiered to write her story today so come back tomorrow and I'll write you the rest OK. O I got a good picture of a bad ass taxi accident.