Military fares always get the best treatment, well I treat everyone the same but dudes in the army get my respect even if they misbehave. Tonight there was a 20 year old soldier in my car and he was the man, super cool kid. He had a older girlfriend that loved him, very cool, but what made him so unique was that he had been shot twice. Once by a Recoils rifle ( bazooka) obviously he survived but it took a chunk out of him, dude you and your lady rocked thanks for talking about Afghanistan with me, and Yes your job is much more dangerous then mine, but mine does have it's moments. Like tonight there was this guy, my last fare 711 154st and Stony plain Rd he had been waiting for a Taxi for over an hour. No one wanted to pick him up because of the way he looked. I did, he called and I showed up there. O.k so he gets in and of course says 95 st and 107 ave (little Italy) tough area. He's angry that he had to wait so long. I tell him I just got the call five minuted ago and the reason he had to wait so long was because he was in one of the filthiest neighborhoods in the city. I let him smoke a cigarette, he forgets the whole ordeal. He starts telling me about how he was at Brados Bar when some guy he was dealing with messed around with him. My fare is a little unstable. He waits for the sucker out side the bar and when he steps out for a Smoke he pins him against the wall. Then Suckers buddy breaks a beer bottle over my fares head. That's the end of that. My fare is done, he shows me the gash on his head. You never can tell what's under a baseball cap. One of the things with dealing with violent people, you know the inherently scary ones, you have to have them on your side. To do that you side with them. If there is more then one violent asshole in the car it gets a little harder to deal with but this time it was just me and him. This guy was on crack or maybe coke or meth but I think it was crack. So on the way to 95 and 107 he starts telling me about he's a single father and his daughter is at the neighbors house and how good of a person he is. He says he's from out east and how much better it is there (morally), he said it was so bad here that he needed to buy a 9 millimeter. This guy owns a hand gun he bought from someone for twenty bucks. I asked if he used it, he said no not yet. He kept pretending that he was holding it. I told him that it wasn't a good thing to have around a five year old. He told me that he kept it on his dresser, no fear. Then I told him that the address he was going to was in a whore ridden part of town. He told me that the Italians don't stand for that kind of stuff, that his block was clean. Then I pulled into the alley where there was an entrance to his apartment building and I saw a couple of junked out whores, he got excited, I said that there is no way in hell they're getting in to my car. He pretended he wasn't going to pick them up. He paid me 20 bucks it turned out I forgot to turn on the meter. I drove off past the hookers who were just some young native girls so strung out that they were twitching. I drove past the alley where I entered with him and saw one of them on her knees, at least he didn't do it next to his daughters room with his gun.