Saturday, July 11, 2009
It can't always feel that way
Tonight was unreal!. You see I got a job photographing club goers. No not people going to the club in the taxi but people in the clubs. I was hired to go to a club and take pictures of the patrons. It's a promotional thing. I hope I get paid. Well one of the club owners saw me and asked if I would come back tomorrow and photograph the UFC audience. We negotiated a deal 40pics for a bunch of cash and a bar tab. Score! I don't drink. It's funny how things are working out. I started my shift at 6pm last night. I drove 100Km before I was suppose to go to the bar and take pictures. Within that 100Km time frame I made 16$ + a 4$ tip. From 6pm till 10pm I made 20 bucks. Who cares! I'm a fucking professional photographer. I even used my G10 I can't afford a SLR on my current income. If things continue the way they have I'm gonna kick ass. Photography! fuck imaging if I got to make films, man that would be sweet. See I figured out that I'm a storyteller. I was nervous last night but once I got into it people were approaching me to have their pictures taken. Like it mattered or something. A safe ride home is more important, but less fun. I'm lucky. The change in my earnings is forcing me to change. If I kept making money driving taxi I would stay a taxi driver. There is more to me then Taxi Talk. That's something I almost forgot about driving around a dead end career. Taxi Talk is a good friend of mine but she needs tweaking. Change. It's coming. Not just the blog, my life. I'm going back to school. I want a different story to tell. I just have to look at school as a taxi ride. I wonder..........What's the back seat? I know, the other students maybe. What's the road? Well that's easy the God Damn curriculum. The teacher are the law enforcers, they have the potential to make or brake you. I'm just a bum who thinks he knows everything. A guy who knows he doesn't but he thinks he does. My first fare after the photo session was a personal. As fate would have it he called me the moment I was passing him on Whyte Ave. He was a Hoolioes Bario. The weather had turned and the rain was falling heavily. He wanted to go to londonderry mall I told him that that's where hookers go to buy crack. I was exaggerating. It's been a long time since I've seen any body picking up hookers. Most people can't afford the luxury. Crack! I haven't really dealt with any in a while either. It's the economy. Tightened everything up. It's strangling some. I'm not letting that noose choke me but I can feel it. Fuck. That first fare, that guy that I so fatefully picked up, he gave me 60$. Thank God. It was one o clock and I able to pay for Gas. I drove on. I made some money last night. I had a girl try to fit through the window in the shield. She almost made it. I drove Shaun Bogner to and from the bar last night. Always a little bit of good luck out of that. Man tonight felt good.