Friday, May 29, 2009
The pills don't mix well with booze
The night started at around 8:00 pm. I checked the oil and did my walk around. The car was fine. I got in and started it. As the engine ran to life I realized my day driver had left the gas tank at a quarter tank. About 20$ worth of gas. "Fuck" I shouted. We've been having a gas war, me and the day driver. I was thinking at this point that I'm gonna leave him an empty tank. Just then as that thought was entering my thick skull my car's owner pulled up. He told me "Don't driver that car it's been in an accident." I looked at him and said "really? I looked. Where?" He pointed to the back bumper. I got out and looked and saw nothing. The car didn't even have a scratch NOTHING. I took a closer look and laughed. My boss told me that he was here watching. Some thugs been smashing car windshields for the last couple months. My boss caught em. Some kids coming from a house up the street. Even had a shoe print for the police. A couple of the thugs were squatting in the abandoned cars too. Tinted windows?? Well my boss was watching over the place waiting in the morning for the police and he walks up 158st and sees 93, my car. The day driver is sitting in the front seat about to make a left but he wasn't moving. My boss says " I guess he was lightly hit, there's no damage but he's claiming an injury." I slapped my head. My day driver is Middle Eastern. Then the owner threw me a set of key's to a new car. As I sat down I felt different. It was a Crown Vic like every other, but she was equipped with a shield. Oh my God! A fucking shield. I felt like I was kicked in my taxi face. A plastic cage with a tiny window. The Vehicle for hire commission has locked me up. Jail. When I try to talk to the people it echoed. Weird. You can't hear people. That's the worst. You can't tell if they're whispering. That's scary. I knew I relied on hearing the bastards in the back seat. The shield makes driving scarier. The people in the back are enticed to go crazy because of it. Well it hasn't caused any problems so far, other then the hearing issue. But the shield is kinda like wearing a condom for me at least. I lost a lot of the sensation of the voyage with the person. The wall between us ensures that there will never be any real connection. Who cares? Anyway I drove Bryan Birtles a local reporter. He encouraged me to write the Vehicle for hire Commission and present them with a speech about my issues. I'm going to do it but I've never written a speech and don't really understand the format. Does anyone out there know? Help me. I fucking need help. There is so many issues. My first fare tonight was a schizophrenic. Off the Meds, heavy duty! The first thing he said to me was "Do you ever feel surreal, like you're in a fantasy?" I asked him "Can you see me? I'm your cabby. I don't feel surreal and man this shit here isn't like I'm in a fantasy." He laughed and we drove to the Liquor store. He was tripping. Manic hard core. Nice guy. Gave me a fat tip. I said "Jerry I don't want your money if your off your meds." He said "take it, it comes out of the walls." Then I said "Jerry before you crack your beers pop one of those pills. I don't want to see you running around naked or something." Then I said "Jerry they'll lock you up, I know." Jerry got out and right as I was about to pull away he leaned into the open window and asked "do you want to come in for a beer." I said "Yes, but I can't." Then I gave Jerry the URL to my blog and my phone number just in case he wanted a ride ever again.