Saturday, March 28, 2009

Imagine his face.......


That wasn't you. Was it? Strange night. It's getting hard to judge if the financial situation is getting any better. Less people out, but there is still enough. Gas is getting more expensive. There's a bastard crunch. I secretly like when gas goes way up. Those big trucks you see, that arrogance disappears. My style of driving stays the same. I have been using between 30 to 50 liters of gasoline a night(sometimes more) for almost four years. I am a consumer and I'm getting older. I fucking love to drive. Taxis are cool, but my taxi guzzles gas and I don't care. Tonight just ended at three am. Nothing. No more fares. So I pulled up to the Y after hours. ugly place. This little chick was standing on the road, I pull up she gets in. Gives me a south side address. On the way there she starts yelling about how no man was going to yell at her. The bouncers said she was fucked up and kicked her to the back of the line. She got hurt and jumped into my cab. Her phone rings "I told you guys I was leaving, no one cared. You want me to come back? NO Man screams at me! You really want me to come back? O.k." I turn the car around and head back. "The Y's dangerous stay safe" I tell her. It was my last ride. When i returned to the Y after hours to drop her off there was a line up of about 20 taxis. WHO fucking lines up? It's what you do when you're desperate. I never line up. I drive further away. Sometimes risks don't pay off. I used to go to Therapy.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Why is the Y after hours so sketch?

Nicole said...

I'm wondering the same thing. What's the problem with Y.. whatever that is lol.

becomingkate said...

I was so happy when the price of fuel dropped last year. I drive a newer Xterra, and it went from $80/week down to $40, thank god.

Anonymous said...

I was the girl.

The bouncer apologised for yelling at me when I got back.

I went back because it WAS sketch. I was scared to leave my friend alone with people we barely knew.

I swear I'm not a terrible person. I just have to get screamed at and berated everyday at work, I don't like it during my off hours anymore than when I get paid...

taxitalk said...

the y is an after hours dance party. WHen I was growing up (16 years old) I used to go there and do drugs. the clubs name was therapy. Now minors are no longer allowed but the Y is where you go to get high on pills crack, coke, meth. The cops let shit go down there. Its an underground drug haven. Run by thugs and gangs. People get beat up and jacked there all the time. Trust me, I drive there beat up ass all the time.

becomingkate said...

In Vancouver (on Hastings) the cops leave the methheads alone as long as they stay away from the upscale restaurants and stores on the other end of Hastings.