POZAR but the Z has a line through it

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

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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.

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.

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Sasktoon A text to you, u liked shopping too

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.

Broken Bus stop

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.

Looking to get pregnant, isn't that why?

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.

It's not Gods fault it's yours

Satan Rocks the night away while eating your balls

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.

Gas prices have gone up 20%, Go Economy devil and killer of life go

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.