Saturday, June 6, 2009
4:19am. I am so alone
The cage makes me feel more alone. The protection achieved by the plastic shield damages the communication. Really the shield tries to deny "talk". The transaction is forced to focus on Location and cost,"Taxi." I can't hear what's happening back there. People sit in front. I don't mind that. I like it. I always did. Tonight I was waiting for the light on 156st south bound to turn green. I wanted to turn west onto Stony Plain Rd. This thug. Tweaked out. Skin, bones and bling wanted in. I told him I wasn't giving him a ride. It's slow. I realized that I could have thrown him in the back. Sealed him up in that box. No go. There was this guy, I picked em up next to New City. He asked "can you take me to the west end?" "Damn right! Get in" I said while waving him into the front seat. This was a normal dude. We talked about his shitty night. He was sad. His girlfriend ditched him with his cousin. The two took of to whore around for drugs. He was stuck getting home. Half way there he looked up and said "I only got 8$." The fare was running at around 14$ at the time. I laughed and said "don't worry you'll get home." I was happy he told me the truth. I gave him the URL to the blog, The fucking blog. Lots of drunks hitting the streets. Driving, biking, skatin DRUNK. Even though its really cold, good on you people. I drove this woman she just dropped a dude off. She was a designated driver. She was a professional. Wanna Go Home With Us , sounds dirty right?