Yo no hablo en espanol.

Salsa night at On the Rocks, Latin themes are sexy, Latin People are hot. Fuck I wish I could Hablo en Espaniol, with a ..... It snowed tonight, and I'm getting up bright and early to fight a ticket. I won't be working, I'm going to be shooting some sort of video at New City, then I hope to take a cab home because I'm going to be to drunk to drive, maybe, that's if justice is served and the ticket is thrown out. Who knows. I just want to relax and hopefully come back a better more inspired writer, cause lately the back seat has been bringing me down. Except tonight I drove a correctional officer from Calgary, She works with youth, she told me she had to watch the 12 year old girl who killed her family a year ago, you guys know what I'm talking bout, she killed them with her 23 year old boyfriend. Man imagine meeting a 12 year old accused of killing three people. Now that would be a killer fare and probably a far out story. Oh and she was found guilty, the boyfriends trial has just started.

Holly shit people work on Wednesday, Why?

Sooo slow, I drove a bulimic, and then a chick who threw up, and then I had a shwarma and threw it up, kidding. Slow and steady wins the race. Except you don't win much when you do win that race, but that's not the point the point is you tried, Right? Ok ok I admit it I purge once in a while, but only to maintain my aerodynamic shape. You should see me naked. Imagine having a naked cabby. Well I have a beard. And to you people who might not understand my son is the sun, yes I mean Jesus. I am still a virgin. I was a spelling mistake.

New locks, no kisses, sad dad, no big deal, nevermind

So tiered tonight, Running on no sleep, Who cares? I know. Tuesday in the snow, What a Job. It's gonna get cold. I can't stand the cold, I'm having some seriouse problems with my ex, she is wearing my emotions so thin. I'm starting to go crazy, but the cab stabalizes all my bullshit and while I'm in the car, the taxi, all my problems eventually just roll back, that is until I start my civilian car up and realize what is going on in my real life. The Taxi is like a new friend every couple of minutes, a new house, a new world. I won't ever be able to work a normal job. I'm fucked but at least I like who I am. I'm going to fight a traffic ticket on Friday I can't wait another adventure. hahahaqhahahahahah fuck!

You gotta have faith

Why do I do it? Why do I drive Taxi? The Truth the T in taxi stands for the Cross. Now you figure out what the other letters stand for then Ill call you psychotic. Why do I do it? I do it because I love it. I love all the things that have happened to me so far. In the taxi and out, I love my life. Its crazy, the taxi amplifies society. Most of the time the stuff that happens to people at night is often forgotten in a drunken haze. Or the person wishes they forgot it. People do strange things in the taxi and lately I don't care. I just drive and listen to rock and roll. I've been a partner in many a strange event. I try not to break the law, and I know I never have willingly. I just look forward, I check the rear view make sure I'm safe and flow around the city. The city is my cage, Its my jungle. Its where I snag up random people and feed on their inner thought and emotions. The night lets out this animal in people, the instinct, the id. My car is ego and Im a superman. I love it. I sang with a fare tonight, he was a realtor. First time I ever sang with a fare, we sang the new Killers song, something about a dancer. A couple almost had sex listening to Hole, it was a good Sunday, Can't wait till tomorow. That's why I drive a taxi.

I have no friends and only socialize at work, sad or what? I also listen to a lot of Radio, I fucking love the radio

Just because you're 40 doesn't mean you ain't sexy, just because your 30 don't mean your old. When you're 26 though you should know better then to talk to strangers in the middle of the night. I am a guy and with that come many vices. Women know how to work me. I don't play the ladies while driving cause I'm at work but that doesn't mean I don't want to. I haven't yet. Its been a while since I broke up with my babies mama. We still love each other just in separate beds. So there are women out there that might be able to penetrate my little cabbie heart. Tonight there was a couple, two stuck out like sore thumbs, they were on white ave they got in and had no money, I took them home for free. Then at 4am while most of the city was sleeping I got a call on my cell phone. Ashley, she gave me the address, I gunned it. When I got there I realized I was going to drive a chick with no money, one of them got in, she had 10$, she lived across town, I drove her. I told her the next time she calls me for a ride to "take care of me". People sometimes think I mean something dirty when I say that but what I mean is I want cash, Hard, Cold cash, No blow Jobs just money so I can feed myself and my Sun. This is such a good job and tonight was great. I was invited into a ladies house, she wanted me to type in the URL to the blog. I did it I was nervous going into someones house but I did it, she was a sweet women and she tipped me beyond good, I hope she calls me back one day. There were lots of sweet people last night, I can't wait to get back up tomorrow and do it all over again.

Help me Jesus, I'm having problems with the door lock

I was an asshole to a guy on Whyte ave last night, he got in at a Red light, I didn't want him. There were hundreds of people to choose from, I wanted my natural selection. He was a grizzly dude who had a bad ass written all over him. Tough. I didn't want him. I kicked him out and picked up a couple, hipsters. They told me that Edmonton has a very cultural scene. Compared to where they're from. Ontario. Small town next to the big T. They told me Edmonton is open mined. I gotta open my mind even more. Fuck. God, this change in the economy, I'm feeling it. The people are there, but man the people are tightening up. The streets are aaa, warm. I want to describe the difference, from the begining of the boom, all the way to future. So it started with the whole Alberta has jobs. The East flocked to the west to make money, Alberta put out. Alberta is supporting everyone that made it in. The Bubble here has not burst, not yet. Finning laid off a bunch a people. No work. Less work, whatever. Two years ago houses made money, people were taking lots of taxis, and everyone was drunk. The music scene is flourishing in Edmonton, because of the boom. Now houses are worth less then what everyone new paid for them. There are lots of people who have 30 year 5000$/month mortgages here, but now there houses are worth 200,000$ bucks. things are gonna change once people can't just make a lot of money jerking off. I should shut my trap, cause I know I'm gonna be working more hours to get by, so Ill see all the shit unfold. Fuck there are more musicians during recessions. Good luck to us all. Cause the future is looking ... I don't know but I can't wait to see. Peace

obsessive compulsive for life

That last post left a scare. Tonight was a roll over, sweat lucky to be living alive. Sonic played the new Kings of Leon single. Nice. I was awful today kinda a bitch, I felt bloated for most of the shift. Sometimes I get stuck needing to go to the bathroom, or farting right before my fare gets in or flag flags me down. I don't fart in the car with others but I do fart. So do you. God not much to talk about drove real slow tonight, circled got some flags, and some decent trips. I met an artist, she was cool. Winter popped up, it was cold. You could see your breath. nice and easy.

Unlock all guns and bring your friends

Sunday nights are usually not very good, tonight was no exception, except for one thing. So I'm having trouble trying to scope out a decent flag anywhere. I pull up to On the Rocks and some fucking asshole cabby steals my spot. I move on to the next bar, Buddies. The king of gay bars in Edmonton right now. Three dudes get in. We drive one of them to his house right off of Jasper, he goes into his pad to pick up some cash. While he's out the two that are left talk about what's gonna happen. I heard one of the guys say "no fucking." Like most of my fares these guys though I was an awesome taxi driver. I let them smoke. The guy comes back from getting his wallet, they're all in the taxi. We're cruising up jasper toward the second and last address when Smells like teen Spirit turns on. The song is great I turn it up, and do a shoulder check to change lanes, turns out the guys started a party in the back seat without me even realizing it. The guy behind me had his face in another guys croch. The dude on the passenger side back seat was watching the sex act. I was blasting Nirvana. I kept my eyes on the road and listened to the song. All three were sucking each other off. It was so fucked up, the song just kept me moving forward, when it was done I turned it down. The Guy behind me asked if I was hard. I think he would have offered me a blow job if I had told him I was. I wasn't. I'm not gay. Tonight reassured me of that. Aaa, now I asked them "please don't make a mess". They were just fooling around waiting to do drugs and have a gay orgy. I've never had anything like this happen to me, and it shocked me at first, but Nirvana was on the radio, those boys got lucky, I let down my guard and for the rest of the time I made sure to put myself in a position that I would not have to do a shoulder check. That is a dirty story. I gave them the URL. They should comment.

On the Rocks is where all the good girls go

Reading up on my old posts, I think the city has changed since I started driving the Cab. The rise and fall of an economy is far out, it transformed my world. My world is different then it was two or three years agofpr sure. I ride a wave of some serious freedom because of my elaborate, and provocative paste. My past is a way to jam myself into the lives of other. I'm the equivalent of a mmmmm social toothpick, and driving the taxi helps me act as a pipe cleaner. I've rubbed up against almost every walk of life that lives in this city. Rubbed up meaning I've shot the shit with a lot of people. Edmonton is seriously monotonous. I would like to drive somewhere more exotic, sometimes. I fucking love Edmonton though. It's my home town and because of this city I am who I am. The last time I left Canada I was 22 and I was only gone for like six months. Wisconsin. I want to drive away into the unknown, I want to be a rock star. Fame must be tough, I like making people like me, adapting to them. Sometimes you get people who kinda work like me, talk like me. It's weird lately people really enjoy the ride but I don't know what that means. I think it's the fact that I'm abrasive, I manage to embed myself into the cargoes life, its existence, I try to. Don't get me wrong people try to fight it, but I'm good at it, in the car at least. My driving might be a part of it, I hypnotize them with the ride itself. Definitely, I'm manipulative, but so is everyone. I'm just a Cabby.

Convenience bag for him and her

The weather was good tonight, I drove around, watched the night go by. At around 5am I accept a fare. West Edmonton Motor Inn. Its a great place, has all the nick knacks that make an Inn, in. I pull up and my fare is sitting in the lobby. That's strange. He gets in and tells me his address. North Side. Yellow head to 82nd street and North to 160 something ave. "You got money" I ask him. He say's "yes." I rarely ask people if they have money, I never ask to see it. I could smell the sent of a women, a street walker, it's a distinct ordure. Perfume and Booze, and drugs and sex, and ass that's the way it smells. The women cover it up and the men go off stinking like Whoore. Aaa. SO he gets in. We go. "What the fuck is up" I ask. "Man" he say's with a sad look on his face,"she took my truck." "Who" I ask. "This girl" he says "she was sweet." He outlines her body. "She took my car, she took my keys" he stops for a moment, "I told the Police, I told them that we met on 118ave". He puts his head down. He's still so loaded. I ask the killer question. "You got kids?". "An 11 year old boy and a 14 year old girl." he tells me. I laughed. I did, lots. I told him he picked up the devil. She took his truck to a dude that's gonna beat her up and feed her drugs for it. "how about the old lady" I ask. "My life is over" he says, "she'll never trust me" he hesitates "she's a good women." This guy was done there was no anger, only fear. He was still so drunk. He told me that he never slept with her. Lie, that was a lie, I could smell it, maybe all you have to do is kiss to stink like it, but I don't think so. The smell makes me sick, it's distinct, a melange of night "Live" treats, an organic stench, Aaa. He had to knock on the door, he needed to wake her up to get in. "It's all over" he kept saying. I told him he could lie, I also looked up into the sky from underneath my windshield and told him "it's all up to the big guy." I'm fucking awful. The dude was in a lose lose situation. That smell was going to give him away, he was just too drunk to understand that. That was a really great ride for me. I felt enlightened, prostitution, street walker stuff is not cool, it stinks. But wow it can fuck up the flow of things.
Sex. Drugs, Rock and Roll, I wounder if the ressesion is gonna trigger some good tunes
Oh and then there was this lady who was so done, boiled pink. Maybe drugged, SHe was in another taxi throwing up. He called an ambulance. The peramedic chick, was all tough and made me feel like a whimp for not just taking the drunk home, she said "Thats your job" to the driver that made the 911 call. The ambulace had special barf bags, they gave me a bunch "cool, if you have to spew? spew into this". The lady made it home safe.



There was also a kid that lost 6000$ playing baccarat he was 20 years old. Addiction. What an ass.