Sunday, May 31, 2009
When the times get tough I kinda panic. There have been times in the last couple months that I've though about escape. A get away from the everyday. The cab is unique but times are tough so the though to move on pops in and out of my head. The military is something I think about joining. It seems like The place to be if you're disillusioned and poor. A paycheck all that stuff. Tonight I drove a couple of soldiers, cool guys. I think they were with a prostitute but nice guys. One of the them, the one in the front seat, me and him got to talking, he told me there is nothing in the world like fighting. I drove a chef last night. His fare fed my family. Thank God for good clients and big fares, everyone I drove was angelic last night. It was a pleasure to drive last night. I went to check out a fire on the south side. It was huge. I was totally wowed by it. I took about a dozen photos. I sat and stared into that fire. The word surreal comes to mind when you happen to stumble upon a horrible moment. You stop to take a picture in this day and age. There were so many people outside of those apartment buildings. I hope everyone is ok. Who cares about stuff, when you got your life. Right? Times aren't that tough. Oh and screw the oil patch and Shell and Esso, assholes
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Last night was what's now becoming a typical slow night. Everything was slow. I drove a bachelor party of Polacks. You Guys know them Poles. It was actually a pleasure. I ended up on the North side. After dropping them off I got a call to the Evergreen Mobile home estate. Wow. What a maze. Trailer parks are cities, they are massive. So I call up the residence I'm trying to get at. A man answers he says "I'm not from here you're coming to pick me up, please hurry!" then he handed the phone to some woman who sounded three quarters cut and angry. The directions she gave were awful, nothing she said made sense. She yelled at me and called me names. Then another man came on the phone, her father I guess, he tried to explain to me the ins and out of the trailer estate. Still nothing he said made sense. He was surely drinking by the sound of his nasty man voice. Then last but not least the mean woman's mother came on she was drunk and stupid too. Then all of a sudden I saw some guy running at me at a hundred miles an hour. "You Joe?" I asked. The man jumped in the front and screamed "PLEASE get me the fuck out of here." I thanked whoever was on the phone and hung up. The man told me he had met a woman online. He said she asked him to come over to have a BBQ and some beers with her parents. When he showed up with a two four of beer he quickly realized that there wasn't going to be a BBQ but the whole family was going to partake in the drinking of the beer. I asked him "was the women good looking?" He smiled and said "shit yeah!, I wanted her so bad until I realized that after chugging ten beer she became a sour cunt." He took a breath and said "I had to get out of there. I'm never trying to hook up on the Internet." What's funny about that story is I got a phone call from a strange number this morning. When I answered a woman with a mean voice said "You're the cabby from last night?" I was still in my bed in a sleepy daze. I said "Sorry I work the night shift." Then the voice on the other end asked me "got any money?" I hung up. I realized looking back at the number I dialed in that trailer park it was the sour cunt. Things are slow. I pulled up to one of my buddies that drives taxi. Big black dude. He is beyond cool and he always gives me Tim bits of wisdom. He's been driving for almost 20 years. Well as I was pulling up he jumped out of his car and threw a shoe that was on the ground in front of his car across the street. Some weird looking native guy in short shorts ran to go get his shoe. The driver told me that the guy has been bothering him. He said "tonight Ive had nothing but trouble, I drove a guy to that hotel on 215st, he paid me than looked me in the eye and said "Hows life Nigger?" I told him to leave because he already paid me. The guy just sat behind the partition and kept rambling insults at me. So I turned the car off and stepped out." This driver is totally a big black dude. Intimidating. "Well the fare ran away" he said. "Then when I tried to start my car the battery took a shit, I was stuck on 215st and the fucking bastard fare kept running around saying "go away I paid you." Rough night." Then he looked at the native guy getting his shoes and said "Now this." I looked at the concrete and asked "how did he loose his shoes?" The other driver looked at me and said "he was trying to kick the car, I again got out and smacked him upside the head. He ran so fast his shoe fell of." We both had a laugh as we watched the native guy who looked like a male prostitute come back for more. We looked at each other and just drove off simultaneously. No one wants any real trouble other then the Gay native asking for it on Stony Plain Road. I'm sure that guy got hurt by someone last night.
Friday, May 29, 2009
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.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
I remember everything about you. I remember everything Bout everybody
That's my job. Call me anytime I might be working and
thanks. I think I am the best cabby. One of the best on the planet. You guys were my fare that night. Rock on.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Last night I got home and felt like falling asleep. I just went to bed, I was tiered. Not much happened last night. I do remember this one thing. A group of dudes. They were roughhousing around the bar and on the road. I remember thinking they were assholes out loud. I was the first one up in a line of taxis. Hudson's on Whyte. There were lots of people in front of the place. Closing time. All of a sudden one of the rowdy air head roughhousers gets in the front seat of my car. Then two more jump in the back. The first thing I hear is "You're such a fucking cock block." One giant guy accusing another massive human being in the back seat. The argument continues to escalate. It gets physical. Nothing extreme. The guy in the front seat saw a the situation and asked "Where is your shield?" I said "It's coming next week." I wonder what it's gonna do. You know to the overall feel of the taxi. Mines coming. Funny now that the times are tough I'm getting a cage. I'm one of the last cars in the fleet not to have one. With a little window and a money hole. Awesome. Tonight I drove my aunt to the McKernan LRT station. In my own car. Off duty. She was going to the El Divo concert. Well she made it to Rexall and back with no problem. Fast and cheap. That train is going to run to Heritage soon. All the way to 23rd ave. Damn that's gonna kill business . Ha. I just want to drive around this summer. I am anticipating a change with the shield a psychological one, in me and the passengers. Well with the economy and stuff I think this summer is going to be exciting.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Finally a night where I had more than three people in the car. What makes taxi so cool isn't the cash flow (which can be good sometimes but not during a recession) it's the people. My job is fun and I love it. I love cruising up to your house and meeting you, especially if you're someone I don't know. That's when I can grab you and get you to fall in love with me. I mean that's how I get you to call back. If not me then the company I work for. Tonight was awesome. It started like every other night this week. Slow. During the boom I was busy for 92% of my time spent in the car. Now calls start coming in at around 11pm. It's weird everyone wants a taxi at the same time, people seem to behave alike. K tonight I watched one of my fares dress their dog up like a princess. That was strange. I also visited Layne Mitchell and the intern army at the Pawn Shop. Even got a free hot dog. Score. Oh my second last fare a couple of girls I picked up on 102ave and 138st. They got in and I could tell they had no money but I told them I would take them down town. The Eurythmics were on the Radio "Sweet dreams" I turned the volume way up and we bounced to the smooth groove of Annie Lennox. After the song was done one of the girls asked me "Do you go on dates?" I knew what she was talking bout but pretended to be ignorant. "Dates? What do you mean" I asked. Then the girl in the back seat moved in on the girl in the front seat and they started making out. "You guys lesbians?" I asked. The girl in the front said "she's my wife, it's been two years." I applauded them. "So you wanna date?" the girl in the front seat asked. I again asked "date? What do you mean?" Then the girl in the back seat poked her head into the front seat and said "Double blow job. We need to make some money." I shook my head and said "I don't pay for that, and anyway I'm driving you for free ." I stated with absolutely no intent on getting a blow job. I just wanted them to be clear on the fact that they were getting to 95st and Jasper for free. They laughed, then the girl in the front seat grabbed me, she tried to get at my cock. I laughed and said "I don't want a blow job, I don't swing like that." She realized that their offer of a double blow job didn't arouse me. When I got to their destination they wanted me to lend them five bucks for some booze. I said "all the liquor stores are closed, you ladies are just hurting for the rock." The both tried to say "no" but they knew I was right and they were in denial. The girl in the front seat said "I'll show my tits for five bucks." I laughed again and thought about it, I thought about maybe taking a picture and publishing it on taxitalk but I knew that wasn't going to happen I said "No" then she said "I'll show them to you for 2$" I again said "no." They got out and some guy pulled up to them in a VW Jetta I think. They disappeared. Fuck those lesbians all they really want is the shaft and a hard spot.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
I am a great writer, at least in my books. I'm an excellent cabby but I think I have to stop driving. No money. In the last two nights I've brought home 200$,(20hrs) rent for the taxi is 370$. I have Saturday and Sunday to make taxi rent and try to pay my bills. Not sure if it can be done. The corporate pigs of the world should burn. It's fate. I picked up a guy, my last fare. He remembered me and called me up, Thank God. The company only sent me four trips in the last two days. Four or five trips in two days is a joke. Well anyway the guy that was my last fare, I'm his favorite taxi driver. The first time I drove him he was with a woman in the back seat. She strung him along pullin his chain but didn't actually get him off. Well last night he called me from her apartment and guess what? She did it again. Left the poor guy to go home and jerk off. He likes her though. Tease. No fares last night. A few people called me. My personals will help me pay next weeks rent. I'm going to work the whole week all seven days next week. If I still can't make ends meet I'm out. Ill start collecting welfare until I get my student loans and I start school. Fuck paying huge rent fees so some corporate big wig rips off a bunch of mostly immigrant drivers. The company is no good and your safety is the last thing on their minds. I drove this metal head in this band Carrion Spirit he worshiped Satan. I thought that was cool. Worship Satan people cause God is acting like a bitch lately, sucking off the corporate giants. I think maybe he wants the world to end so he can fuck mother nature again and start all over from scratch. Pig. GOd is really a Dog. Woof. That's only half true God Is a good thing too I hope, you just have to have faith but faith don't actually pay the rent. Fuck the world my friends fuck this city.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Growing up is hard to do in these troubled times. You'd think. Not true. I drove a girl from high school. She sat down in the car during a Nirvana song, her and her boyfriend. I blasted it. Seeing kids from high school reminds me that I'm not a kid anymore. That chick was a woman. I have a kid, Fuck! I'm a man. Growing up. Sometimes I still feel like a kid, but once you have a kid you grow up. It changes things in a good way and a bad way. The good out ways the evil ten fold. Driving the taxi, I get to see people behaving like kids. Letting the inner demon out. I got to say "no one's partying. No one's really letting loose." It's a good thing and a bad thing. I need to go back to school. The night life is dry. No good stories. Lies! Tonight I drove a couple of kids that went to "Queen the tribute band." They said they were the youngsters, they tried to get the audience moving but the people just sat and stared. I drove them up too Stony Plain Road to pick up some rails and a bag-a-dank. They only had seven bucks. They made it to their destination singing "bicycles! bicycles!" Yeah cutting people deals, cause I got one call tonight. Oh a cop car pulled up to me after I dropped off a fare. I was parked in the right lane on Jasper ave, my hazards were on. The fare took a long time to pay. Whatever. He was the second person in the car in three hours. Joey's on 12st and Jasper. He gets out. Traffic honking at me. I tell the customer to stay safe. Then the SUV cruiser rushes up in the left hand lane and the guy sitting shot gun say's "you can't do that." I look over and the taxi loading zone has a Corvette sitting in it. I point. The cop looks at me, I ask "Can I go now?" then the chick cop driver proceeds and cuts me off in anger. I laugh and thank God I'd didn't get some bullshit ticket. I've never had a problem doing that I don't think its illegal. I'm so hooked on taxi.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
I gave another cabby the URL to taxitalk. Something I've never really done. Frustrated with the cost of rent. It's hard to make a living. WEll You can make a living but just barely. I'm not the only one out there I know. I like it though, challenging, mean. This new world. It would be cool to get to travel during this Global Crisis. I bet you'd get great service anywhere on the planet right now. Oh I had a chick puke in her purse. Totally punk rock sweetie. I saw the partition I'm gonna be getting. The new shield. Mmm. New change. Punk rock is comin soon. Walls don't stop shit. Walls stir shit up. Last night I drove two couples that worked in finance. They were both attractive couples. A mortgage is where it's at. Yeah I want to start a Union. Rent is too high. I get like ten calls a night from dispatch and only five or six of those trips pan out. I've been getting fares that don't have enough money. People with like eight bucks and it's a 25$ fare. I take the money and give them a card. Tell them to call me if they every win the lottery. I wonder if that's the ticket. I love driving the taxi. I want my own taxi. I wish I could ride around whenever I wanted. For Free. I know that's a stretch but I like it. There was some serious drinking and driving tonight. Prom season. I haven't had any graduates this year. Who the fuck graduates anyway? Oh yeah I talked to Danaye Maier from the Bear. She was a awesome. I could tell she was a nice person from the sound of her voice.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Last night was interesting. For the first time in a long time I had a fare that was vision impaired. She was an older women, but still a spry cat. She had the white cane. When I asked where she was going she said the name of a prominent strip club. I was in shock. I asked " what you gonna be doing there?" kinda surprised. She turned to me and said "My son owns the club and I'm looking after it while he's away on vacation." A blind woman looking after a dance club full of naked ladies. Cool! She was one of my fist fares. What made the night a little more interesting was the fare right after the woman with the cane, she was a women with a seeing eye dog. What are the chances? Two in a row. The dog was so sweet. He put his face up through the gap in the front seats and I petted his Golden Labrador face. Then the blind woman in the back seat scolded me a bite and said "you shouldn't touch the dogs when their wearing a harness." I apologized for touching her companion. There was money to be made last night. People were scarce though, long weekends have become really chill in the city. Lots of people leave so night time drunken traffic seemed down. Not that I didn't see any assholes on the road. There were a few accidents that I notice involving a head through a windshield. There was this one car I drove by last night. I was with a fare, the car was parked across the road. On the hill right underneath the Shaw Conference Center. Well as the fare and I passed the car we realized that someone was sleeping in the drivers side seat. Just passed out. I asked the fare if they minded if I stepped out on the road to take a photo of the rottenness. They were totally in. As I approached the car another man was also coming up the hill toward the car. He asked me "Who are you?" I said "the taxi driver" then proceeded to take a photo. I was able to snap one off of the situation before the guy told me "stop." He was dressed in plain cloths "I'm a cop with the EPS, go back to your car and leave this to me." He looked like a civilian but talked like a pig. I walked back to my car yelling " fuck, you have your work cut out for you guys and by the looks of things you're not doing the best job." I jumped back in the taxi and drove off to the North Side.
Friday, May 15, 2009
I got a phone call from the RCMPA
have you guys heard of them?
You guys I was interviewed by Venture Inc about maybe being their video guy
Please cross the fingers
Monday, May 11, 2009
As soon as I get in the cab these days I do my routine. I go circle the west end then move downtown. I gotta boot around like a little rocket man. University is gone. Nothing. That's a big deal. I'm gonna have to work it a little harder if I want to survive in this industry. It's like Mars out there, cold as hell. I love the cab. It's an addiction. One that's allowed me to see many walks of life. It's outer space. I picked my first fare up at the bus stop, 102 st and 82 ave south side of the street. He was hitchhiking. I pulled over and asked him " Where ya going?" He was an old dude, kind of a honky cat. Rig Pig, old enough to be my dad. "I need to find a Best Western. I'll get cash." I believed him, and right now it's worth the gamble. My car is running. I might as well try. We move up to 109st, the Safeway. He goes in and it was closed. The security guard followed him out. He got back in my car. I drove him to the Money Mart on Jasper and 108st. Someone named Daniel sent him the Money order, think he said it was his older brother. While he was getting cash, a bum came up to the taxi. I was right there on the corner of the street. He asked me for Money. I told him "I'm trying to get paid by a hitchhiking crack head rig pig that's sleeping in the Strat and fucking hookers." The bum laughed and that Elephant band Turned on the radio, it was a good Boarder song for us. We listened to it. The rig pig came back. He had 50$. He told me that Saturday nights for fighting, he said " Yesterday I blew 4800$." Then he said "when you come back from workin you gotta let loose." I told him smoking crack with Hookers is worse then dancing the crocodile rock. Fuck! I let him off at the corner of Gateway boulevard and 83ave. Told him to get a pack of smokes and go to bed . Buy breakfast in the morning and get on the bus to fort mac." He gave me 20$, said he'd give me ten but that would leave him with 40$. That's what he needs to buy a piece. He took off. Goodbye yellow brick road. That dude was a hit in the dark, a candle in the wind. I got 20 bucks. That's a hustle. Then I drove this 19 year old loner transient Australian kid who told me "Mike Patton A Perfect Twist that's your song." Times are tight but nothing beats driving the Sunday night. Things are gonna get better, you know I read it in a magazine. Maybe its about time I pop a Benny and take off on a Jet. I won't let the Sun go down on me. Not today. Maybe it'll be nice and I can get a tan. Imagine. Oh imagine this, Rig pig dude picking up cigarette butts off the ground in the same spot I dropped him off two hours earlier. I pulled up and asked "you bought a 30$ piece right?" He looked up and smiled this shit eating grin. Nicotine can be picked up off the streets.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Economic slow down. You guys know what that smells like. Teen spirit, I had some of that last night. I was picking up one of my first fares. A 19 year old kid. I thanked him from the bottom of my cabby heart for calling a cab. "Thanks man, most people stay away from taxis these days and drive drunk." The 19 year old looked at me and said "my dad was killed by a drunk driver, it's something that's in the way. I can't drink and drive." Sad story. Something like that can really drain you, but this kid was cool. He really appreciated me, taxis need the work. I need work so bad I picked up this 26 year old. He was out with his friends at on the rocks when he had a few to many. He got sick. Even thought there hasn't been any work lately other taxi drivers rejected this guy. His friends told me he was vomity. I could tell. "That's cool I got convenience bags, like on a plane." The kid almost filled one. He was a good fare. He barfed in the bag and made it home alive. His friends kinda ditched him, when they threw him into the cab they said "he has a credit card. and if not his mom does." You know those bastards just wanted to go back to the bar and breed. I had a bunch of girls from a bachelorette party. The bride to be was already gone, I guess she had a few to many too. Well one of the women I let in the car liked me. Her name was Ashley, hot girl. You could tell she was horny, you know in bloom. It's strange to hear women talk about needing sex. See when guys do it it's territorial pissings, but when an attractive women talks dirty it's thrilling. For me at least. I like that come as you are attitude, that openness that makes people feel like maybe they don't need that lithium. Maybe the world is a decent place after all, not just some sleazy lounge act. Life is more than a pirate feeding his pet Polly some crackers right?
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Tonight was another night. I had a good one. I was invited back to the Y after hours. I've been living the Zen style, Welcome to wherever you are, kinda thing. I was in the club tonight. I danced. I was offered drugs last week and this week. I've been staying clean and well, that's the thing I've been clean for like four years. I watched all the kids in the club get wreaked. Life times, wasted or maybe not. I got there as the club was opening. 3am. You can only get so far in the line up. You can watch kids get all fucked up in that first hour. I stayed for an hour. I danced for most of it. I watch all the kids trying to move to the beat. Some were having a hard time just trying to stand up. The drugs pounding through their bodies with every heart beat. Costa La vista baby. I'm not saying that I can dance but I do sober. It's sweet. Windows into a different world. I can get the vibe I want off the other people. Without the drugs. I do it in the cab every day. Drugs generate behaviors. Those behaviors are provoked by feelings that are brought on by the drugs. Just mimicking those actions creates those feeling. Drugs real aren't necessary, especially when you truly understand what"s yours to loose. First and foremost the dancing in an illicit, dirty, seedy, underground club is cool. You don't have to be high to have fun. If you insist on getting high look further, now what do you see?
Friday, May 8, 2009
Last night started with a fare from downtown to Steel Wheelz. Three kids stocking up on treats to eat after they indulge in a bit of a blunt. I got 20$. First fare made my night look promising. They weren't going to be knocking any one up. Then a personal call. Cause I'm on call. An old client. I need her. Shes a charmer. Then I drove a couple of drunk guys, one of them was an Oiler. No Joke. Dough Kicklac or something. The guy in the front seat sold pasta sauce. You know Ragoo or something. He said his sauce is the good stuff. For that 30$ pasta. Told me bout growing up in the west end. Kings of that hood. Booting around in the good old Camaro kicking ass. McFearless's. I'm lucky I got them. They paid for gas. There was nowhere to stop. All stands were full. Top light s On, the black thumbnail of life. I drove by a club that had a dude being arrested in front of it. I backed myself right in there thinking it might attract a fare. Nothing. a good show though. Then I drove a dude named Kim. He asked me for crack. I asked him if a driver has ever hooked him up with a piece. He said "Yes." I doubted it. He was a gross guy. As we were pulling up to the ATB he touched my arm and said "don't worry I'm not the runner." I told him "hurry up." His hands were dead cold. You people aren't fans of cold hands are you? My last fare was a woman that was loitering around the Petro-Can I fill up at. People who loiter usually want something. She wanted a ride three blocks away. On the way there she told me the Sheriff kicked her out of this house at 7am. She's going back to break and enter. I could tell she was a fresh user. I asked if she was using hard or soft. "Hard" I yelled before she could answer."I'm a nurse" she told me. I told her to get off the crack. Man a couple of weeks on that stuff and your done. You end up in someones trunk. For some people it's the true love way. For me, my way, I'd live in Arizona or New Mexico and I'd have a half pipe in the desert. It would be my party. I'm moving to Canadas California soon.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Sunday night my first fare was the same women from last night. She was the one who worked in the massage parlor. Actually that's where I was called to. The same women. She told me she had one client. "165$, that's what I made today. Not bad." I said "Sure I guess." She told me that a member of a prominent Rub and Tug on 109st and 105ave got AIDS. She was thinking about it out loud in the car, "Imagine if she went bare back, Imagine if I had one of her clients." I could tell she was scared. I could tell she didn't always use protection. I had a good night Sunday morning. It was stress free like every Sunday should be. It rained. That was the first bit of rain I've seen in a while. Freshened the world up a bit. Summers coming.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Aaaaha. What a night! Almost all my clients were personal. Lately because it's slow I focus on picking up personals. In the past the bar rush was six hours long. Now it's over before it started. My personal are all rocking. I had this women get in. She had something about her. She was older and she was very plain but she let of this ... I don't know. As she walked into the liquor store all the men were watching her move around. She was in and out of there fast. Then when she hit the 7/11 all the dudes tried to stop and talk to her. Weird. She wasn't anything out of the ordinary. One guy even came up and asked me "Whats her address?" I gave him a bunk location. Then he pulled a stolen pepperoni from his sleeve. He looked at the 7/11 and said "Man that place must loose 10,000$ a month in revenue. I never pay full price." I laughed. He stood next to the car until she came out. He tried to talk to her he even said "I know you!" She told me " go, I don't know this guy." I left laughing. On the way back to her place she told me " I work in a massage parlor." That explained it. She was a hooker. Off duty though. Fuck men can smell it a mile away. Men are pigs. The night was slow. Lots to piss me off. I'm trying something new. I'm trying to live and let live. I'm trying to be zen. I'm trying to stop stressing about money and control. What I do is stay in a good mood. When someone cuts me off and my heart starts to pound I relax. I try to let it go. Really a difficult thing for me. It helps. I've been making more money in the zen state. Thinking more rationally. I was having trouble focusing on the blog earlier. Not able to think about anything better then the crappy dispatcher or the worthless pigs. Then I walked upstairs and ate an orange. I mean I actually sat there and enjoyed the orange. The dame fruit was delicious. The texture. Fuck. Then I ate another on. Every time my mind wandered into the no-mans land of anger and misery I would loose the great sensation on eating that orange. I want to live that sensation. I want my life to be so good I want more.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Tonight was not ordinary. I actually had an incredible morning. Well the night started with an excellent meal with a friend a sexy friend. Then I started work around 9 pm. The roads were busy with all those Friday night assholes. It's weird seeing so much traffic throughout the night. I drove the Inarticulate drunk guy last night from the Bear. He was cool. Not much happened until I got a call from a friend Mr. Dave. Well he had been sitting at his house pounding a few beers back with his boss. When the boss needed a ride home I was the lucky recipient of the phone call. When I arrived I was welcomed by a group of men that had obviously been having a "good" night. I took Dave's boss home. Nice guy owns an international electrical company or something. The man gave me 100$. Wow. I almost blew a gasket. My night was all of a sudden looking good. Money is tight these days, a 90$ tip goes a long way. Thanks man. Later, and this is the weird one. Donair shop on 82ave and 106st, three dudes get in while I'm rocking Nirvanas "Polly" loud. I tell them to simmer down cause I want to listen to the song, then I blare it. They dig it. Seems I got a fighter in the car, a massive man. A Doctor (General practitioner) and their friend (don't know what he did). On the way to the Y after hours they wanted to stop at their truck. We stop. The boys get themselves a whiff of special K (Ketamine). All of a sudden they are totally clued into me. They loved the ride so much that when we got to the Y they offered me whatever it took to get me to go in with them. I said "100$" I was joking but bam they gave it up no problem. We entered. So I'm in the dance club with a doctor and a man that is huge. All the women were staring at us. well not me, the guy with the massive biceps. They bought me some water (5$ a bottle) and I sat down in the chill out room. I watched a guy tripping on Ecstasy throw up on the floor. The Y. I talked with my new buddies. They were cool. I think they were out of their element and that's why they wanted me to come in with them. They had drugs. Lots of drugs (pharmaceutical) and money but they weren't drug people. Just a threesome of dudes letting loose. I thought it was cool. They took good care of me in that club. I was happy to have been given the opportunity to make a 100$/hour plus dance around a club like a teenager. I left after the hour, my fares stayed. Dudes you guys were the shit, I don't believe you people stepped into my life like that thanks. As I walked out the club towards my car a girl approached me. She wanted a ride. I could see the line of taxis in front of the after hours club. I asked "Why don't you take one of those?" She said "you write a blog right? My sister almost had sex in your car once, she said you blogged about it" I smiled and let her in. My night was incredible compared to any other cabby last night for sure. I am so lucky to be me and I love the summer time so party the fuck on kids.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Oh I also saw the bastard Gypsy cabby. Hey I snagged a pic. Just look at his greasy mug. The mother fuck is missing his front teeth. You guys tell me what you think of the picture.
So these two guys get in an start talking bout their night. They told me that they had a women walk out on them. I picked them up a a restaurant named "happy family eats" or something. I was dispatched to the trip at 3:30am. "Why did she walk out on you?" I asked. One of the guys turned to me and said "cause I never thanked her for ordering such a great meal." "Did she pay?" I inquired. He says "No, I paid but the meal was exceptionally good and I guess she was hurt that no one cared to thank her."
Oh you guys the world is changing. No joke. I like recession. I hope it hits hard. People change during the tough times. People look real. People are loosing their jobs. I paid my "shift rent" today. I didn't have an envelope I gave my boss a fist full of cash. He counts it and says "rent went up 30$ a week." I was like "when?" surprised as fuck. "Last month" he said. I owe him a bunch of extra cash. Funny, I was just thinking that rent should be lowered since I can't get ahead financially. Fuck a trip to the dentist is a tough pill to swallow. I'm getting insured. I need Life insurance. It would suck to get hacked up and tossed into the trunk of my taxi for "nothing." All in all I can't think of a better job. Tonight I drove a couple members of the "Cree Clan." These kids kicked ass. I wish I could link them up. These dudes were just such nice people. They were from the reserve. They opened for a rapper at the Gas Pump. Looked like it sold out cause the Gas Pump was the only place to get a fare. The Empress too. The last Thursday of every month is a Gay Night. Gays are some great people. I'm really actually comfortable with gay men. I try to shoot the shit with them. I've driven lots of gay people, my fare share.