Tough night. It was like everyone in the city finally payed of their credit card dept just enough to go out for the first time since Christmas and the New Year. There is also this Arctic system moving in this week, it's suppose to be the coldest week we've had in Years. People stay home when it's cold. So tonight I kicked a couple of guys out of my taxi. I've only done that three times in my career. The guys get in. One slams his face into the window and laughs, their sketched out. The dude who hit the window then spits in the taxi, fucker. I told them to get out right then and there. Both of them were huge. They were like "Why?" I was like "You just fucking spite in my taxi, No! I can't take you" they got angry, I got scared. I even held my finger over the emergency button, but then I was like no I can't be scared of these massive shit head junkies so I just grabbed my key and stepped out of the car and onto Whyte ave. Whyte was busy tonight. I flagged down another Taxi for help. The other driver was old and looked scared of everything but he stopped. That's all that matters, the presence of others. There is strength in numbers. If I had picked those assholes up somewhere else, somewhere less public I would have had to drive them, actually stuff like that happens often but tonight I wasn't having it. I got out and the other driver stopped and the bastards got out. I though he was going to try to hurt me but he just slammed the door very hard, so hard I can still feel the dudes rage. If I could let my rage out that penis of a man would be under my car, but I refrain. So many drunks all over the city got in their cars and drove, the cops did nothing, neither did I. How many times can I call 911 there must be others out there.
There was this older lady later on in the early morning, she got in and told me her north side address. I talked to her about how the guy behind us was ridding my ass and he might run into us if he continues driving like an shit face. She told me that she doesn't even pay attention to the rear view mirror when she drives, that way the pressures of traffic don't affect her. I told her about all the drunks and the angry guy that slammed my door. She could not understand why people were so mean. I told her "because we let them. We just keep looking ahead instead of all around and the assholes get away with everything" She won't look around and take in the reality of her surroundings, neither will anyone else leaving me to be the only who cares that a very drunk person is Flying up jasper ave until someones kid dies. Then she'd call 911, if it was her son, but until then ignorance is bliss. Lucky bitch. I can't desensitize, It's starting to get to me, man our future is looking bleak, I mean mankinds, what well happen when the world is one big city, the criminals will control it, fuck they already do. If they didn't we'd be on Mars. Man when will we learn.
There was also this girl it was her twenty forth birthday, she must have been really loaded because when she got in she just kept crying, because it was her twenty forth birthday, I couldn't console her. I even told her that the reason that I was wearing a tuque was because my forehead had some serious pimple action on it. She payed me forty bucks to drive her eight bucks away, sad or not she rocked my world. Oh so did all my personal fares, thanks guys and gals, you know who you are.