Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Father+Brother=BUMs, Trash, I got fucking Robed

So I missed a phone call in the middle of the night. It was a personal fare. I've written about her. Gang girl. She called tonight and I didn't answer. I tried calling the number back but it came from a pay phone. There was no reaching her. SHe left me a message it went like this "Hey Jacob it's ..... aaa I needed you tonight but you're not around........hey guess what I've been sober and clean for three weeks and I got drunk tonight but I didn't get high and that's what's important.....yeah nice message hahahaha bye." I've worried about this girl, now more then ever. I hope she stays clean until I see her next. Drugs hurt. That message almost brought a tear to my eye. I also had these two girls with this kid, they were a personal to West ed. Ladies I love ya, call me back and I'll make sure you get home, but next time leave the dushes in the mall. That one guy he was cool, and American soccer girl hope you fix that phone, Thank you though, you helped feed a small child. What else...........? New Year is almost here and with it comes the Alberta Clipper, so stay safe you animals.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

This is Just a really great Video, I can kinda relate TenSecond Epic

I drive a taxi in their HomeTown

This blog is just a description of "My Fares" through my eyes, I try to depict the situation as accurately as I can. It's just a perspective, I don't make it up, and I am honest with the people I work for.
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Monday, December 29, 2008

My Jewish Boyfriends bar mitzvah

Hobbema, a reserve, houses something like 15,000 new nation people. Hobbema is plagued with gangs and drugs. What is the cause? The free money. People get free money from the government. I drove a couple of guys from Hobbema this morning. We got to talking. They liked me, I respected them. I asked for the scoop on Hobbema. O.k, so the reserve is massive, it's actually four reserves, and this is where the conflict begins. Each reserve is it's own, hence the Gang Wars. Tribal style. Why gangs? Free money baby. Think about it, every person gets 500$ a month, some people have six kids, you do the math. Now get a mother of six hooked on Crack, got it. Big time cashola! Hobema is getting a really bad rap, unless you're reading my blog from like 1000kms away you know what I'm talking about, senseless gang violence. Like the little girl that was guned down during a pussy drive by. Well, what I was told tonight made me change the way I felt about the I.P. (Indian Possy) They're a gang of New Nation people based outside of Winnipeg. Well the head honchos (this is just what I've been told, I could be wrong) are telling the members "stand down. Loose the colors, No more I.P on this reserve." They (the big dudes in some prison) don't feel that they are being represented properly. I think that's cool, if it's true. Personally I think Native culture is beautiful, full, real but the drugs and alcohol are poisons circulating and causing some serious damage to the people as a whole. The dudes I drove treated me really well. I took good care of them, we bought some booze at some club totally illegally. I now know where to go for late night illegal off sales, except if I knock on the door to that club I'm pretty sure a big Indian would step on me. I dropped them off on 118ave and 100st, they opened a window to a basement suit, I don't think the resident was home, but according to them it was a good place to drink the 24 pack of Bud and two six of Smirnoff. They paid 130$ for the booze and they gave me 40$, they owed me 50$ but hey I learned a lot. It was worth it.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Uranium is Pretty Radiation is Good

I haven't been focusing on the Job this week, it's been really slow so I've been spending time with friends and family. I am working though. Tonight the best story I got was from this girl, she's a twenty five year old teacher from Cow Town. She tells me she has this ex boyfriend that she went to the Metalica concert with. I'm not sure why she was so open with me (I'm a great cabby) but she told me that while they were having sex this ex of hers told her he loved her. "He said it in mid pump" those were her exact words. I could imagine that, it was kind of out there. Then she said she told him "Get out of me. Now!" Teacher one Love None. Oh lately because of the extreme cold me and my day driver have been exchanging car from house to house. He picks me up, I drop him off and vice versa. Well this morning he found a problem with the front bumper, a piece was ajar. He said "you hit something", I didn't hit jack shit. He found this hanging piece I think because he hit something. It's something that can barley be seen and he found it. I do a walk around the car and would have never thought of looking down there. I gotta tell the owner, and from now on I'm parking the car in front of the garage, fuck this door to door service. If I hit something I admit it, but that damage didn't happen on my shift. I thought I could trust the day driver, I still hope I can, we'll see how much money it takes to fix the problem. What a bunch of bull shit, this post I mean. Oh the EPS is still a joke, maybe not the cops themselves but that shitty check stop thing is a load of......

Saturday, December 27, 2008

WHo needs a blog.....................?

Pepsi, Pizza and sweet sweet Pussy

What is it about the highway that I love so much? I love moving fast. I love the moon light, the twilight, all that shit. Most of all I love leaving the city. I drove to Westlock (I think that's how you spell it). I drove a preacher of sorts there tonight, he taught the Gospel. I preach my Gospel in the taxi. I talk about what I've seen, who I am and where I think the planet earth is going. I was brought up Catholic so weather I like it or not God looks like Jesus to me. I kinda look like Jesus, xcept I don't have those long blond locks, I got a receding hair line. I've been wearing a tuque, no one notices. Rock and Roll is like a religion and for Your Rock and Roll to survive you have to have faith in it, you got to believe in the message you're spreading, that's how the real world works. Driving the Taxi is Rock and Roll. Fuck I can relate to almost everyone, from an old German women going to see her new grandson in Winnipeg to the psychotic bum who tells me he's an angel here to eat his sister, they both like me, but there is more to it then a relation, I drive them for a reason. I drive people cause I want them to know who I am, just like any other performer, my taxi ride is a performance, and the greatest thing about the taxi medium is that it's ever changing. I want to move on, I want to travel outside this city, I want to build a....... I don't know. I have a son who's with his mother over the holidays, (Van, love you guys) I want him to see the world is the same place with all sorts of different aspects of itself, the same shit. I drove a local musicians tonight, I'm listening to his CD right now he gave it to me and I like it, totally punk rock unique lyrically, and the music is fucking solid The Johnsons Gypsies for life. I like them and Nick you are a true rocker dude I'm all about the highway too. Get drunk and call me people.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

TAXI- Jesus A Sleeping Me

Christmas Eve was pretty good for me, I fought with my asshole dispatcher. His name is Peter and he is a Jerk off. I have these clients from Israel, they're cool Ex military, they're young kids. They moved here to start a life together, they work in retail. They were telling me that the other day one of their client asked them where they're from they said Israel, the client said she was from Gaza and walked away. Man you got to set aside your differences, Canada is a neutral place isn't it? Oh I have a good story from the other night, I pull up to an address and call the house. Someone with a weird voice answers, it's deep and I can't understand a word that's being said. I'm like "Is Mike coming down or not?" the voice answers in the same manner as before, just kind of a bunch of deed gurgles. I start thinking this is a bad prank, and I ask again "is Mike coming, yes or no?" the same thing the deep weird sounds just keep coming through. Then I got a little angry and I said "If this is a fucking prank, I'm going to black list the fucking address and you'll never get a cab here again, is Mike coming yes or no?" "YES" comes through in a deed and disturbing way. I hang up the phone. then the fare shows up, a young guy on his way to the bar, I ask him "who answered the phone?" He says "my mom" I was shocked I told him the story and that I got kind of irate with her. He told me she just had a tracheotomy and the cold dry weather makes it really hard to talk. I was so embarrassed I wanted to call her back and apologise, I didn't, the truth is she made absolutely no sense. Sorry lady, I hope you forgive me. Merry Christmas everyone.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Ditch Pig, Yeah just look over there. Where?

I picked this women up tonight, she is 43, she has a seven year old son with down syndrome and she was off to smoke crack with her ex husband in a trailer park. A man she left 18 years ago because he was fucking around on her. She said she was allowed to start smoking crack because she never rebelled in life. Is that a good reason? Not when you have a seven year old with down syndrome. The kids father is a Newphy also a crack head that she needed to get a restraining order against. She told me he threatened her with the "Golden bi bi" a golden bullet that he wanted to put through her skull for having his kid. She is not going to see a dime of child support is she people? Not if she keeps smoking the Crack, that shit is something that you just can't dabble with, not even once. Hudsons on Bourbon street in West Ed over served it's clients this evening, everyone that walked out of those doors last night was ready to fuck in my back seat. I didn't stop them cause the rides were to short for a drunk male to achieve climax, one of the sexually charged couples was on their way to snort some coke off of each others naked bodies, right before the guy got out he paid me very well and told me he was going to "fuck her in the ass" I chuckled. What drugs do to people only me and you know. I also drove this Italian lady around with a group of her friends, one of them kept telling me this story how in Banff she tried to suck a cabby off but the guy just wouldn't do it. Banff is a great place to drive Taxi, loads of culture and lots of transients. My last fare drove around with me, we talked for a while, I liked it a lot. I convinced her to just cruise around and not go gamble, we had a seriously deep conversation, but not to deep. People want to join me on my escapades sometimes the fares want to stay and pick people up, to bad it's my job. I am kind of scared I'm in love with my career, it ain't ever going to take me anywhere but to somebody elses house. Your house isn't scary is it? No.

Monday, December 22, 2008

Greedy Pig

Tonight I was taught a lesson in greed. Don't think cause I'm mister super cabby that I don't ever get greedy cause I do. This week I was out to make as much cash as possible. I did a great job, but I put in 72 hours of work. Something like 3500km this week. That's a lot for me. O.k so three dudes get in the taxi on white ave, they all have account slips from the Christmas party their company just threw. They were enjoying the ride so much they told me that they were all going to give me their slips, that meant the fare times three. It was a big fare, in total I stood to gain 150$. Good deal right? One of the guys said he would give me a forth slip if I lent him enough cash to buy a bottle of Crown Royal. I did it. (stupid). We get to the house, and the three start filling out the slips and signing them, but right as they leave I realize that the account on the slip belongs to Capital taxi. (not the company I work for) Fuck! I had to find a Capital car to buy 150$ worth of slips from me. I pull up to a 7 11 and see one. #129 Capital. I knock on the window and ask if he can purchase the slips, except the person driving the car is a kid. The car belonged to his girlfriends father and he was just out pushing drugs. Fuck. I was disappointed in myself for doing something shady and then finding out something shady and not being able to really do anything. I should have mentioned the number to my dispatch so they could contact Capital and suspend the owner of 129. I let the asshole get away because I felt my behavior wasn't much better. I got those boys to give me all those slips because I was against the cooperate pig, but I was being a hypocrite. I sold those slips to a Capital guy who was driving a van, I told them they were legit(which they were, just not for me) he paid me 60$ enough to cover the coast of the Crown Royal and the ride I gave the group of guys. I ended up breaking even instead of making an extra 100$. I'm pretty sure there is a guy who programs our lives that lives in space. Am I crazy or what?

Sunday, December 21, 2008

your daddy is here, with a Polish accent

Last night it was so cold that no one went out, no one. Man it was so cold blogger was down, so this is my post, it's dull and kinda weak but so was last night, Im out again tonight, Sundays the ongoing history of new Music on Sonic. It's a very nice show to listen to in -30 weather. Stay safe kids and don't drink and drive, walk.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

That Russian whore got dumped

I drove a bunch of lawyers from the strip joint. Lawyers definitely are kings in this world. I dropped two of them off downtown the third went North. The man made me question myself in a great way. He was so open minded about all my jaded thoughts on life. He was a prosecutor. He told me that most of the cops are really good guys, and to tell you the truth he is probably right. He was a good guy he let off a real vibe, and he forced me to look at myself, I want to be more optimistic, fuck I wish he would have asked me to drive him to a brothel, but no he was good, fuck smart good people they're the ones keeping the world going round. I love Obama, I think that the world is in for a change. I can't wait. My last fare was a couple, a women gang banger and her 20 year old cousin, out looking to score crack, they were Native. I fucking love old school native culture, I told them to forget about the crack, they didn't we drove around looking to score, they tried hard and found nothing. It was me, I took them to all the wrong places, even though they told me where to go. They did not get high they went to bed, I'm a fucking king, fixing a crack head is like going to the strippers for me, but I'm sleepy so come back tomorrow, or I'll leave you standing in the cold. Its Fucking beyond cold, stay safe everyone.
Oh there was this women who fell and cracked her head on an open door. Her husband left the door open while he was peeing on the taxi, she slipped and hit her head on the corner. She is probably very hurt right now and the husband was an asshole, she should have went to the hospital, I hope you're alive lady even though you and your man sucked, their kid was my age he flagged me down to drive them home from Franco's. She must have a concussion she really hit herself hard, she almost fell in a puddle of her mans urine. Awful.

Friday, December 19, 2008

That last clip is kind of a Joke

I had this dream that I was at this party and I was there to cut the grass. I thought I was going to cut it with my taxi??? But then the host gave me a box and I was forced to build a lawn mower that looked like a cop car, strange. Has anyone out there seen Disney's Cars, that movie was missing a taxi.

International soccer star from Hong Kong not China

Holly shit I was on the Bear, Mat something played Rape Me by Nirvana, and then in the morning Garner Andrews let me stroke his radio show ego, and then he played me. God really is looking out for me these days, I'll be posting a short vid later, bye
For Garner thanks for making my morning, that accident killed it

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Who Drives You?

What drives me? A Ford Crown Vic. I thinks it's an ex police interceptor. Ha. What drives me is the fear that I'll never get what I want out of life. I need satisfaction all the time, I never seem to get it completely. There is always something stopping me from getting exactly what I want, but sometimes I find I get what I need. I'm a fucking Rolling Stone, and I don't really like the old bastards but I get them. I listened to Led Zeppelin tonight, Stair Way to heaven, that song sums it up doesn't it? What drives me? The Fucking truth, the naked dirty truth, that gets me off. Shit stinks and I'm learning to love it. Do you? Sometimes I wonder if a Subaru or an Audi or a BMW will make me happy. Usually I think it would but I know it wouldn't. Those people driving those cars feel like the rest of us, except they're a little deeper in the financial hole then others. Ha fuck them. What drives me? finding myself, that's an important thing that keeps me going. Knowing who I am in this world. Sometimes I think that it's all mine and sometimes I think that the world is hear just to roll over me. The older I get and the more people I meet the greyer it all becomes. When I was young it was so black and white, such a fantastic fantasy. Now it's all such a mix of good and bad, bad and good. Life is a drive and I know it. I think its a journey, my job is to drive others. I do my job well. What drives me? The desire to find someone to take me for a spin, take me for a ride that will blow my mind, or at least make me want to tip them 150$. The first night I ever drove a cab, I was living in Banff, this rig pig wanted me to find him a hooker. He racked up a 150$ fare in Banff looking for a whore, he got himself some blow. I could hear him snorting it in the back seat. He never found himself that prostitute, but at the end of the ride he paid the buck fifty and tipped me 150$. Sounds like I blew him right? That guy was one of my first fares, I filled some sort of void in his life, just for a a short time. What drives me? I drive myself. Why? Cause I love, no joke. Love is the driving force, sometimes I hate but I love that too. What drives me? My Boy, My Sun. My Man. What drives me? Driving You. Lol

this song is what drives me Ween-Its gonna be a long Night listen to it, it'll drive you insane

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

It's all about the context, right Boss?

O.k this post needs to be written, I have something to say about women. Girls you don't know how to protect yourselves from dirty predator men. Well some of you do I'm sure but there a some women out there that don't know what to do when a cabby asks them for sexual... anything. Listen to me, even if you think the taxi driver is cute and you want him to give you the bone, the mother fucker is at work. Professionals don't go and fuck their fares, fucking someone you don't know is dangerous. Women if a cabby askes for a blow job, even if he asks nicely, report him. You get the number off the side of his car and you call the company, all organizations take that kind of thing seriously. Cabbies who are aggressive enough to ask someone they don't know for a blow job are aggressive enough to rape a girl who is too drunk to say "no". Think about it, please. Next time a taxi driver makes himself available sexually to you report him. All drivers are by law suppose to have their Id's visible at all times, if they don't you should be weary. Please remember to always pay attention to the taxi you enter, remember that you can call the company or the police (who do nothing) right from the front or back seat. If the fucker touches you he is a predator. All men want to have easy sex with women they don't know, it's natural, but it's a primitive instinct that is not an acceptable behavior in a western taxi. Think about it ladies. Remember to protect yourself from those types of monsters. If you don't stop it, it will happen to your daughters and so on and so on. These guys should be dragged by their balls behind a taxi. God I don't believe this stuff, I hear stories about bad drivers all the time, and I never hear that the victim told on the asshole. Tonight I drove to Edson in a snow storm, I risked my ass to deliver some 5000$ part for Finning. Scary trip, anyone who loves me out there would have been horrified that I drove in those awful conditions. The delivery paid my rent in five hours, fuck I'm a sell out, but man I haven't done anything that dangerous since I was on drugs. Adrenaline Rush the whole way there. On the way back I was the only car on the road, I made it back, rock on everyone and stay fucking safe.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

HeatScore CowBoys

I produced this in one weekend
The initial post
Me and the CBC
for those who have not seen it, Webby people

Sunday, December 14, 2008

I have a new bearded buddy, Thank You for Real

Fuck, cold, fucking Hard core cold and yet I still had a great night. I picked up a lot of personals. One of the reasons personal calls are so important to me is they are safe. I had this crack dealer in the car. He was drunk and willing to flip the car over to prove a point. I was scared of him but I couldn't show it. He was making fun of me and he was putting me down. I just wanted to get him out of the car. I find that the best way to do that is to just get the fuckers home. This guy lived in the west end. 6503 177st, please someone burn that building down, get everyone good out and burn all the bad fuckers down. This dealer has a kid. The west end is getting very bad and the cops are pigs who jerk off. Do you guys know that the Hells Angels are probably a better organization for protecting the people then the EPS, sad but true. EPS is a joke. Next time you see a cop ask him or her what he or she does for a living and if he or she says something other then masturbate call him or her a liar. Hey when was the last time you actually had a EPS officer help you? anyone comment. When was the last time you witnessed the Police prevent crime before it happened. You know a check stop on Calgary trail and 50th ave every night over and over again is predictable, all the drunks have to do is take 99st, and they do, and the cops sit on Calgary trail and jerk each other off. God awful pigs. I was thinking of video taping it and selling it as awful gay porn. I would call it "The Boys in Blue eat bitter Cum and like it". Fuck them. I drove some cool cats too Ten Second Epic tonight, almost the whole band, fucking awesome they inspired me. They told me their favorite stories that they read in my blog and it blew my mind. It made me realize the blog is being read and can have an influence. That's why I want to make you readers "sick" in a good way, I'm going to start taking this diary seriously. This blog is more then just a safe ride through a world filled sex, drugs, drunks and Rock and Roll, it's a safe ride through a world filled with rapists, murderers, crack dealers, gang bangers, whores, pimps and their victims. I want to save my city because I'm raising a child in this world and I want him to grow up on a good planet where police don't just make porn they water the flowers in the Garden of Eden. Cheese, but hey its true, have a kid you'll understand. Tonight it was -30, -40 with wind chill and I had dozens of dirty skanks try to pile in the car 6 at a time because they were cold. They were wearing things like belly shirts and short skirts even open toed sandals (which I love). If they weren't dressed for the weather I kicked them the fuck out. Someone has to teach sluts a lesson, and since their fathers fucked them instead of raising them I decided I'm the one, the asshole to do it. Next time ladies wear a jacket and you won't have to offer men a blow job to get out of the cold. I picked up a personal at the Union and she brought along a friend who plays in a band that plays some heavy tunes "bayoneta" check em out, Tell them what you think. I also drove a couple to the International Airport, they told me that you can see a women fuck a donkey on stage in Mexico, she told me "It's like going to see Top Gun."

Saturday, December 13, 2008

The night was hotter then anyone one of us could have ever expected

Wow it was cold last night, to cold for me to drive, I made some shitty cash and I was on my way home when , I got a call. It was around 12am, turned out Liann Cameron needed a ride. Wow what are the chances of me getting a sweet young Edmonton celebrity. Slim to non, well that's what I thought cause a few hours later Sandy from Ten Second Epic called. I wasn't able to pick him up. Sorry Sandy. Hey Liann, Thanks for the call feel free to call whenever, and Sandy just checked out the new single, Fucking Rights, January 27 2009 I can't fucking wait, stay safe in that neck of the woods. Peace

Friday, December 12, 2008

That'll be nice,

Some chick from out east peed outside my car. Just took a squat and pissed, fast. Holy shit. The snow rain mixed made for a real slow night. No one really that crazy, I would still be driving but something happened to the car and I had to take it into the Garage. I made no money and the car started to let off a stink into the inside of the cab. It made me nauseouse and mad. I'll be back behind the wheel tomorrow, woopee. At least there is the Radio. I've been tuning into 97.3, I dig the doors, Pink Floyd and the Beetles. All that Jazz, I'm going to sleep I think I inhaled too much CO2,. Fuck it, Lets fill a bag with glue.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

a lot like you

It was Wednesday, I like Wednesdays their nice and slow, I can just cruise around and think. I've been thinking lots. Tonight I got a call to a south west address, it was a young blond girl. She was drunk and happy, she liked me, I let her smoke. We drove to the west end. On the way there she wanted me to kiss her, she got her lips all puckered up and stared at me. She was beautiful but drunk and going to her mans house. I didn't do it, I laughed. In real life things like that don't happen. After she told me I lost my chance. I told her she was hot but it's cool that I missed my chance. She puckered up again and I missed another chance to kiss this smoking hot girl. Well on the way to her mans house she guided me into a crescent, there she pounced on me and gave me a kiss, a good one. I was still driving. All I can remember is trying to keep the car on the road,. That was the first time I've had that happen to me in the cab. She paid me so well, I knew she liked me. On her way to her boyfriends door she fell in the snow, she fell cause she was drunk. I'm glad I missed my chances putting the moves on a young drunk girl, she was vulnerable in a cute way. Her forcing herself on me was nice though, I felt like a lucky guy,. She has the URL to the blog I wonder if she'll post a comment about last night. I don't like to kiss and tell but I had to. Hey lady, you were out there and it was cool having you ride with me. I'm glade you didn't miss your chance, hope you forgot what you did when you went inside and kissed your man. I also drove two native gangsters from Hobbema. They scared the shit out of me but they liked me and I stroked their egos like a little cabby slut, I guess in life its tit for tat.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008


Who you really are. Who are you? People change all the time, sometime is less then a second. Last weekend I went out to the Bar and got loaded. I had a blast. I was talking to one of the Bass players of the many bands that were playing and I was telling him that in a strange way I'm like a rock star, except people don't recognise me outside of the taxi. Then the Bass player dude and I went out for a smoke (I smoked that night, cause I was loaded). I was being an asshole to this stuck up chick, She was being a bitch, then I told her "my name is Jacob, I drive a taxi" and she jumped in the air and was like"Oh my God Jacob, I remember you." She stopped being a bitch,(cause she loved me) I became a bigger asshole. My life as a taxi driver is nothing like my life as an individual. It's weird. I guess I'm someone else behind the wheel of my cab. People trust that guy, they tell him he's the best, that they love him, but me I don't get that. Sometimes people want to chill out with me outside of work and I would usually love to, but they wake up the next morning from their druken night and don't even remember me. That's good cause if they actually got to know they would realize I'm fucking scary cool. Not Cool Cool. Tonight some kid got in and was braging how he loves to drink and drive, he even showed me a picture of a car he recently flipped while driving under the influence. He got in with a bunch of random people going to different destinations. He was such and asshole while everyone was in the ride, but when it was just the two of us he relaxed and became himself. A pretty cool red neck farm boy Albertan, who didn't really share the same rasist views as the others. When he first got in he was the guy I felt I had to watch. The people who aren't themselves around others, for whatever reason are the most dangerous. I'm not like others I like people for who they are, and I can bring it out of them. I just need the cab to bring them into the right contex. Then they're putty in my hands, and all I ever want from them is a story, a real one, no lies. I can always see through the lies, even outside the taxi. Except outside I point out the flaw, in the taxi I just smile and nod in aggrement because in the taxi I want everyone to be happy even people I don't like. My taxi is a safe haven for people to be themselves. Strange but true, that Taxi is teaching me more and more about you. I hope I'm letting you know about me.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Metalica was myBreadbread and Butter

New post, I'm great tonight, not sleepy at all. My internal clock has been playing havoc with my life lately. Last night I had a flat tier, I changed it in about 10-15minutes. That's a good time. I Think. It's all about the jack, mine is new meaning NO RUST. Who fucking cares? Well the fare that has to wait outside in the cold. They let me into their house to wash my hands. It was the fare that told me the tier was leaking. She heard the hissing at New City. I also had a crazy cabby try to run me off the road, I caught the butt end of our confrontation on camera, and I'm going in tomorrow to talk to management about the level of insanity this guy was outputting. He almost killed me on purpose and he had a fare in the car. Crazy fucker. Last night I was also driving up the freeway and listening to About a Girl by nirvana, the song ended and the DJ Shawn Bogner dedicated it to the best cabby in the city and then he said my name. Fuck I almost cried I was so touched. I'm getting around like a dirty little bastard, except I'm socially acceptable and I'm probably someone you would want to drive your mom home cause I take care of business. Now tonight was so great, I had a great conversation with this lady. Then I drove Metalica fans ha, there was this couple from Up north. All they wanted to do was go to Metalica then go see some strippers and snort blow. The Stippers were closed and I don't now where to find blow. It made sense though. I took them to On the Rocks. Metalica did ensure my sun was gonna eat, That concert put out some seriously happy crazy cool clientele. Metalica, your fans were exceptional. One of the fares from Rexal was from the military, I told him he could do whatever he wanted too, he took me to McDonalds, the roads sucked but the people were worth it.

Sunday, December 7, 2008


My eyes are starting to close so ill just let you guys watch a movie.

Friday, December 5, 2008

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.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

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.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

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!

Monday, December 1, 2008

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.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

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.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

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

Friday, November 28, 2008

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.

Monday, November 24, 2008

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.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

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.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

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.

Friday, November 21, 2008

WHat are the chances?

The truth is I want someone to give me the same quality service that I give other people No a blow job is not included. Something that made me happy happened once again in the taxi. O.k so I'm creeping around the basic Jasper to 82ave routine, not making the cash because its becoming a typical slow Thursday night. Back and forth, no customers, it's nice gas is so cheap. The weather was bad tonight but actually it was good it just looked bad. I'm trying not to bitch about the fact that the whole world blows ass, when a voice in my head says's "chill, turn up the tunes it's not just about the money." Then I pull up to filthy M.cnasties on WHite, except I can't park right in front, and I want to cause I see the guitar player from Ten Second Epic. I make my way around the block and this time I park in front. Craig remembers me, and the bass player needed a ride. Sandy needed a ride to his pad on the east side, I talked a lot. The man was super cool. I actually remember looking at him one night, and then recognizing him on the bands website. They were super cool. That made my night. I had a good time from there on in. The money eventually came. Airport trip, an American man with a way of telling stories, it's the accent. I speak English, North America has several dialects. I like hearing diversity. Newphy and any kind. I like other languages so much and Alberta doesn't. Alberta assimilates culture. Edmonton is kind of like the Borg, but I got to drive a Rock Star and some crazy comet fell over us last night. There was also this girl who read my blog to me. I was embarassed but she also recorded herself singing ABBA, loud in the car, all her friends were singing it, loud. It was a fun trip, they wanted to be in the blog, I told them that they don't want to be in the blog cause it's dirty, but so were they. GOta love driving the Taxi.

I am a Polack too

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Someone saw my CBC thing on TV

Pick a pocket. The last fare I drove hated me, but she was one of only a few. I think I am a person that can be hated or liked. Some people are scary and some people are amazing. My clients are the best, tonight I had a few fares who called me back, thanks. I drove a rock band bus driver, and he was the coolest dude, I would drive a bus around the country, have bus driver stories. Rock Band Talk would be all around me. He was cool, he came from Georgia. That's the South. OK so tonight was awful fucking slow, the cash was coming in but with no flow, without a rhythm. I drove around cursing God out, asking him or her "Why you Bastard Jesus Why? Am I not a good man?" and BAM Jesus would shut me down with the Crack Head fare. A fare born to waste a cabbies time, so after he went into his parents house and took an awful long time, I went up and knocked, 65year old dad in a pair of tighty whites shows up to the door and pays the addicts fare. Both hands in the cookie jar. Lots of people in the city know me, or of me. It's a decent reputation I think. So driving around talking shit to the man upstairs when I get a fare, some dude, to work. As soon as I shut the meter off the machine beeps. Next, Casino Yellowhead Pokerroom, I tell the dude I'm dropping off at work that "the Casino is a wicked bad place, Devilish!" I get there some old man is smoking outside, I ask him if any other taxi picked anybody up. "I haven't been here that long" he says. I start talking shit about how the fare ditched me, and decided to stay and gamble "bastard" I grumble to myself. The man standing out side smoking tells me to go in and ask, "good service" he says. "I drove taxi for a long Time I know, go inside and ask who wants a taxi." I looked at the guy and said "OK" why not?, tonight was awful whats going into a Casino going to do. So I go and I enter a room filled with people gambling. It's 7 am I was starring at addiction, and every one in that room was looking at me.I hear some dude yell "Taxi". "Yep and I almost took off without you so hurry" I yell across a few dozen tables. When I left that Casino I thanked that ex Taxi driver. My fare was one of the few winners I've ever had the pleasure of driving. Winners are rare, I just want to mention that anybody who got in my taxi last night, you're a winner. The fare had thousands of dollars and after a great J-Cab ride he tipped me a 100$. The man upstairs works closely with the man downstairs, us in the middle we're just here for the ride, well I am. Are you?

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Global warming is real. I think.

THis is a corrupt and dirty world, but you gotta stick with it, it's the only place I have to live. I travel 350km a night, sometimes more. I wonder how far other taxi driver from all over the world travel. I wonder. My second last fare was a crazy group of crazy native people. I don't know if they were on drugs or not. They were out of the ordinary. One of them was psychotic and not one smelled like alcohol. You know what? They were fun. Ice rain and lots of cops not enough or too many. The same old same old super slow night. The people that I did drive were cool, some dude remembered me and by the sound of my voice. I remember lots of voices, can you use that in a court of law. I'm spending long periods of time in the car. It's kind of a wild place, a taxi cab. I wonder how long being a Taxi driver can last and if I stick with it I have to learn about other cities. Edmonton has a grid system, so it's easy. Edmonton is also really big. Edmonton. Canada! Calgary. Calgary? Is Calgary hard to figure out? Can you make $ in Calgary? I want to start a production company. In Canada. Cause soon it's going to be hot here like in Cali cause the west coast is falling into the ocean, fuck I'm done\Peace

Friday, November 14, 2008

THe World will end many will die but my kid is gonna survive for the new world

Kind of a sad Thursday. Slow, that's O.k, I survived which is good, and i have another battery for my cell phone. I got it from this fare, this chick I've driven in the past. Young and crazy, the kind of girls who can kind of scare you but it's cool. She gave me the battery, for the fare, if this battery holds charge for eight solid hours it would be a great accessory. She also let me charge my phone in her pad, Thanks. I've been blogging around town. The job, a strange bus driver dude, kinda crazy with a harmonica, he sang me somecazy stuff, I liked it, He said he wants to start a band, I told him "I do too." Who the fuck knows? Who the fuck cares? Ass long as the battery stays alive I'm on top of it. So many bad drivers, Taxi drivers are the worst. That's what happens when you run out of steam, you have a hard time keeping it in between the lines. I'm still brewing, got lots of spunk left but nowhere to spew it. Rock Band! I must start a Band. Fuck Ill drive everyone to practice. Practice then work so we need a lenient open minded place to Jam. I'm pumped gotta stay motivated, when the shit is going to hit the fan I'll be long fucking gone.

to Nowhere

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Lunatic in a Taxi

This is great stuff, too good. This was a crazy kid I could deal with, I'm not going to tell you what I got paid, fuck there is so much to be said about this one, mainly that it's something that made me laugh pretty good.

Sun Jet

In general the city is a great place to live. Hey it hasn't snowed yet and it's not freezing cold. Tonight it stayed above zero. The big bar, I had issues with it again this evening. The CFR is in town right now, Canadian Finals Rodeo. Big fucking deal, so most people flock to the Country bar, Oil City. Now the club is one thing but the traffic around it is another. The worst drivers are behind the wheel of the Taxis scooping Cowkids up. There was some seriously awful driving tonight. Oh and a big fucking Check Stop on Calgary trail, This time I got some pics for you people to see what a Check Stop looks like, there is kids out here in Alberta that do not even know they exist, decent policing seems to have been extinct over the last few years. Man people are good. Almost all people are good. Tonight was not as big a pay off as last night and that seems to effect the psyche of a person. Fuck I shouldn't worry about the pay off as long as I make it home to my little sun. I'm growing a winter beard. To stay warm as I'm sticking my face out the window. My car is my horse and the top light is my lasso, Yeeeee haw.

Very deep talk in the background, sometimes life is personal.


Saturday, November 8, 2008

I'm a Pomeranian

This was by far one of the better nights of my career. Good money in taxi, that is if you know how to work it. Tonight I picked up a group of girls celebrating their girlfriends passing, strange. It was the victims birthday today. The girls wanted to continue through this trying time with good memories of a life that was taken from them much to soon. Good for you ladies. So many fares tonight. I wounder who won the Womens World Boxing championship. Last night I drove the WBC Worlds Super Feather Weight, the lady competing for the title, her brother. Michael Scragg. Nice guy. He was documenting the whole event with a video camera, so I told him to start a blog. Fuck all you people with something to say should start one. I drove over 400km tonight, thank God gas is cheap. There is an abondance of ignorance here in Edmonton. The Oil City is a bad club the police are always there and people line up to get in like dirty retarded sheep. One of the worst things about the Oil City is the way the cops behave around it. They protect the club not the patrons. There should be something done about that club and all the clubs around it. The Bank aaaaaa so gross, if you can never go. There is one owner of all these clubs and this person is getting rich off the destruction of my city. That guy who owns those clubs should be 1. Put in jail (cause he is the creator of such and awful place) 2. be fined for all the destruction and police work he or she caused. 3. be ridiculed as the drug trafficking, booze pushing monkey that the guy really is. But he is getting rewarded with hundreds of clients that line up like animals. Gota love the Oil City shit house, some cop pointed his flash light in my eyes while I was dropping off a fare, he wanted me to move while the girl was still getting out. Fuck him, but because there is some RCMP out there that might actually read my blog I won't call him by the official barn Yard name. Sorry guys but if you can disrespect me and force me to deal with your inabilities as a department then I as an individual think that I have the right to mention to the public that The EPS are a bunch of wasted TAX dollars sometimes. This is an offensive post I have never actually tried to Police the City, I know nothing about it. And I'm guessing that actually working the Oil city is beyond a massive undertaking. And this young punk, kid who showed me a picture of his tall Cannabis plant said he had a hard time sneaking his pipe in, I should have asked how he got it in, sorry. Here is a couple of words to any one trying to flag a taxi at the Oil city, "Cross the Street."

Friday, November 7, 2008

Sonic 102.9

Stick it to the man. Just do it. Fuck! Yeah so tonight was beyond what I was expecting, I should never expect shit cause this job has some crazy highs and some powerful lows almost every couple hours and that's just cause of traffic. Traffic there is lots to traffic. Red lights, Green Lights, Yellow lights, Blue lites. Good people tonight. One guy with a great big bag of pills and cocaine. I looked at it, he showed to me after he payed the fare. He was an odd fellow. But not a bad fellow, well not yet. There is this girl who I think is really cool, shes tough and a bad addict she calls me lots and I pick her up when I can. She tried to push the shit, and she drown in it fast. Anyone know the York Hotel, Jasper Place is next, or whats worse the Transit? Who here is from Edmonton? I fucking love this city inside and out. Next A young dominatrix, hot! Actually two girls who were exotic but legit, real. We went to the McDonald's drive through two Big Mac meals, extra Big Mac sauce, and Coke. That's the same stuff I get. New City has dinner? Who knew? A military guy, except he didn't tell me he was in the military, hinted, subconsciously, I realized later, he was crazy but he could hide it. I was trying to figure him out the whole ride, his friend threw up three times on the way. Once on 100 ave and 163st on a lawn a block away from the 711 I picked him up at. No problems, then once on Fox drive and then once at the Union their final destination. That's when the crazy guy told me his going to Afghanistan. Who knew? That's cause I told you. Then I drove a girl to St Albert, I talked my ass off, about my life, my fucking awesome life. I love life, now here watch this

Or listen to this Vox HumaNa

or hey comment here sonic 102.9

Sunday, November 2, 2008

I see a sunny side, wait till it snows.

Holly shit was it chill tonight or what? Quiet, relaxed and I made enough dough to live another day. It was nice. I did my job. Somehow I manage to please everyone, from the high class to the no class, I'm both of those. Sad. Good, get it. I love this job so much. Hasn't been that bad, this week was busy but pleasurable. The police were working the streets. The Roads. Great, the drunks were out in full force. I wonder if it was hard to avoid the one check stop on Calgary trail. It was one of the first Check stops I've seen in two years. It was big. Got to love the life. Its been warm. Warm weather is an attitude, it's provocative and everyone knows that Edmonton is running on some south westerly winds, the cold is coming. But not this weekend. What a strange night.Slow and then fast, you know everyone partied last night, so the night progressed slowly. I hate that shit. I just cruise around slowly looking for a flag, anyone, a bum. Sometimes you can cruise for an hour. I move, shark like circle the waters. Groat road bridge river valley road, 116th street, 109st, high level, Saskatchewan drive, 105st , 82ave, and all over a million times. Love flags, and when everyone needs a Taxi, I choose. My choice, then we see who's the bum for real. Girls always get picked up first. Manners, boys. I pick up lots of dudes. Its a totally different event each fare. Fuck I'm the same fare. I had a good weekend, My last fare, was out there. A guy Ive driven, with his buddies women, Hunting circling to score, They called! this was no flag. Crack hungry but just starting, using the company credit card "still valid". Strange. The women, all I ever have to do, to reach in deep is say "Got Kids". Bang Almost always a Bulls eye. Crack heads are hard to define, but they are people. Just that they are always looking to score, and the women are always using sex to score, and the guys use the drugs to get some. Hunter man pays for food. It was my last fare, I have no radio in the car, no radio. Do you know how crazy you can go with no radio? You start singing to yourself.

I fucking called 911 again, but I saved the river valley single handily

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Who's Halloween was great? MINE!

Tonight was awesome and so were all my clients. The city was very well behaved. First off all the monsters, nurses, bikers, whores, dentists and ghosts and all that stuff in Edmonton out did themselves this Halloween weekend. I saw underwear lots of underwear. I'm sure many a thing went home to have a scary good time. Tonight was basically all business, good business. There were lots of Northside Trips aaaaa, but the people I drove were all so rocking that I hardly missed the fact that the stereo in my car is dead. There was an address I could not find, just up on Terwilliger drive, I don't have a new map and the road to the area was just paved I almost got stuck in the fresh pavement. Hahahah shitty joke, I'm gonna upload some clips for you guys to see, to all you great people out there, oh, there was a couple I have to write about. They were young the girl was from the American south, totally she was wild and the two of them (him and her) wanted to make it into the blog. She wanted to do something, I told her that it's gotta be fucked up to get on the blog, So she went down on her man. Well you see being put under such pressure and having had a few to many alcohol drinks the guy could not achieve aaa you know. It was a good reaction, Fear! Halloween? I thought that was sweet of them to try, for you readers out there. Oh and one of my personals a girl from England called me to pick her up at the UofA I told her I couldn't but she really wanted a ride. So I showed up and the women fucking ditched me, fuck what a no no. Later that night I saw her waiting for a taxi outside the Bus shelter, So sorry little lady wast my time then I'll watch you wast yours over and over again, some people don't know that I'm a gem, but many do and those I thank, because I love being able to serve and support great people. I swear I have a great clientele, and Edmonton does have a heart. Kiss Kiss Bite! Vampire...

THis was a good night, the city felt safe

Thursday, October 30, 2008

MY PROMO and Show on the CBC

Tonight was a Joke because tomorrow is the punch line, Fucking comment any and everyone.
I would have a link to this kids Magazine named Splurge but this copy has none.
ME jumping with THE CBC

Zippo Zoomer

I almost went to bed without writing my sacred blog posting. I'm kinda lost without it. I have a replacement car, not what I'm used to, My owner keeps a tight shift. I don't even have a radio in the replacement. Just me and the thoughts in my head. Super slow Wednesday, super slow, but gas is cheap. Halloween is coming very soon. The monsters have been creeping around for a while, the city is creeping too. Boo! Ha Ha Ha like that, scary. I'm excited about the weekend. Maybe ill pay the rent this week. What happened tonight, fucking slow night, with no radio, a few drunks, all nice people most drunk, I had one good chat and that's about it. I had an uneventful night. I have a job interview tomorrow. 12 pm that's like 6am for me aaa. I think I'll get the job, but I don't know what it is. Nothing beats pushing hack on a Wednesday night.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008


me on the CBC the first time
ill be back

this was this summer

Great care

Since the accident my company has been very good to me, I am not at fault and they agree, I even got a new car from the head manager, I was suprised at the level of treatment the day driver and I have recieved.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

My weekend went just wrong

I had another eventful evening, this young women plowed into my drivers side. I was crossing an intersection on the yellow light. She turned into me. It came out of nowhere, but once I saw it it was to late, she just decided to turn, she was suppose to wait until I crossed the intersection. It happened fast, all accidents do. It was not my fault. I have video of the witnesses, she turned into to me, her wittiness said I was running a yellow meaning that I was able to stop but I continued into the intersection on the yellow. The light was yellow. I have all the witnesses saying that. I ran into a fence, after she hit me I mean, the car just kept moving, the brakes did not seem to work, or I was skidding. The Crown Vic took it. The impact was barley felt, but she almost hit me square on the drives side door. Thank God she missed. I almost hit a pole and a garbage can. wow. I would post the clip of her on her cell phone but I won't. I got a ticket, Failure intersection Yellow, 150$ and a fine and 3 demerits, its because of the witnesses, I have video of their opinions 30 seconds after it happened, they all said speed was not an issue but I ran the yellow, but I was in the intersection when the light was yellow. That girl was not paying attention, you can tell, I think she was high. She had a bad ass boyfriend who showed up like as soon as I took out the camera. He looked like a ..., but what do I know? This happened in a shady neighbourhood, 107 A ave and 97 St the home of pimps and whores.
What is this?

Saturday, October 25, 2008

My phone keeps dieing

So the CBC wired the taxi, the coolest shit. Tiny cameras, I pick up a personal fare, and a couple of people, we chatted about Edmonton and Celine Dion. Not many fares were there. I pulled up to the oil city and some dude smashed my window. There were three kids in the car, email me kids I got footage of your asses, what a crazy thing, I was so excited about this, and it ended so aaaaaa. The city is gross and it showed itself on national TV with Scott Fralick. Fate, destiny, I don't know what to say, I called 911, I think I recorded myself talking to 911, Wow, those conversations are always frantic. It's because there were ten cops fifty feet in front of us. They were on the ball, they caught the guy, The cops did good on me so far. We have him on tape. Why oh why did this kid choose to break a window? my window tonight. Fate is the answer, fate it the key, It drives a crazy reality. Our reality if you live in this city, my city Edmonton. I had a guy following me with a camera, I hope we can do it again. except prepared, tonight was fucked up in my opinion. The clip is too long to download, i have to find a way to get it to you guys. This was an eventful night, CBC the police the situation the taxi. It looks strange when your sober, the reality because what happened tonight was not what I was expecting this to look like. I wounder what the CBC will make it look like. Can't wait to see the outcome of this whole situation. It sucks he broke the window. Ass hole he is going to jail.I have to start seeing what happens to all these police files I have written up many witness statements.

Friday, October 24, 2008


New post, One thing the dispatch, is great. Airport trips. Got two and do love the highway. This taxi gig is beyond, big. The Airport? I worked in the Edmonton International, behind security, selling toys. Educational kids toys. I was good at it, I juggled, and often taught others to do it too. Sometimes people have some time to waste while waiting to get there. I find myself, getting others on their way. I hope everyone enjoys the ride. Almost every ride is different, sometimes the person just wants peace and quite. It's weird, I can take a hint, but usually I don't need one. I love the job, I don't care about the money at all, I missed driving the taxi so much while I was at school. I meet so many people even on slow nights. The key is consistency, treat everyone equally. Some people stink, some people smell good, tell em, I do. Well not the old guy who pissed on the seat, he knows and he likes it. Has anyone here ever just talked some random person out of picking up some crack, I have all the time, and I'm just starting to realize how great it is to actually have the opportunity. I also drive the pregnant chick to the liquor depot. Ha. I've been doing this long enough that I've watched 17 year old gang bangers grow up to to be 19 year old gang bangers. I'm driving this girl, who just got robbed so now she is an x crack hustler looking for a fix. She calls me too, tonight she partied with some chick with no teeth. I drooped her off at some guys house the chick with no teeth met him on the 1-800 party line does that make my fare a hooker. Is that what 1800 party means? I told her to call me if things went shifty. She called at 4:30am I was on my way to the airport. The airport fare was well worth it.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

A message from the government of me

Wednesday is slooooow, but I have several new clients, they happen to be great looking girls, but hell they won't stab me I hope. I have very little to say about the city other then it's warm. The fuzz was out in full force, looking into everything but doing very little to prevent crime, but what do you expect from the cops? They followed me I was watching some guy throw up and I was laughing so they decided to try to bust me for speeding. I just smiled and waved. I obey the rules, they don't keep the city safer, but tonight they sure did make if look like they were putting in some effort.
Wednesday Calgary Trail heading toward the heat

chris cornell scream

Sunday, October 19, 2008

the taxi is a lens, It has a specific focus

New Zealand is not a suburb of Australia is it?

Wow what a night. First of all I think I owe dispatch and apology the video I published before might have been inaccurate, (my radio might have been broken or something like that. That type of situation does happen but no one should be fired because the Radio might have been on the fritz. So tonight I drove mostly dudes, and all of them were rather great people. I on the other hand was a crazy shit talker who probably talked peoples ears off. It seemed to me that they were listening, but they might have had enough of me at a certain point but I just kept talking. Sorry to those of you who did not appreciate my opinion but tonight I felt like I had something to say. I told people the way the city really is, (at night) behind the wheel of a Cab. Now to my dispatch, wow there is a guy running the radio up there who I really like. He takes care of the biznass. I listened to him and I like him because he makes sure the people listen to what he has to say. I follow the rules so he never has anything bad to say to me. I did break a rule tonight that I'm kind of ashamed of. There was this guy who called a couple of taxis, I hate when that happens because I was the second on the scene, The first taxi guy had picked up the dude and thought he could just drive away."No no" if there is a cab convention on my time I make sure that we settle things correctly, I called dispatch and asked what was going on. The whole time we were talking the client(asshole) was talking shit to me. He was a white racist fellow, but he was talking shit to me about how I took so long and the first black cabbie that came to pick him up took a couple of girls instead. He wanted to use derogatory terms but since the driver of the car he was in was of East Indian decent the words kept getting jumbled in his mouth. I told the other cab driver he could drive the DINK, and that was my mistake, he heard me. The word just slipped out and I feel guilty as hell for speaking to another drivers client like that, even though he wasted my time. I had no right to call the man a dink, and I feel bad about it because it just slipped out I had no control over myself. It's a lesson I won't forget. To all you people who listened to my rant last night "Thank You."

Saturday, October 18, 2008

For a Minute I thought the city changed

It's getting worse, but gently now gently now.........For a Minute I thought the city changed

Je parle en Francais

Ready for a midnight run? So what happened to me this evening? Well I picked up this group of well dressed finely groomed dudes from Montreal. They wanted a strip joint, so I drove them to the strippers. When we got there one of them (an Albino) wanted a street walker, I told them that on Fridays it's hard to find working girls because Edmonton has a huge thirst for dirty elicit street sex, especially after an Oilers game. The girls disappear into all the big 4 by 4s and rig pigs cars. Theses guys weren't rig pigs, but they wanted to get there albino friend laid. I also told them that I would drive them to the north side but there is no way that they were going to use my vehicle to solicit sex with. When they found a hooker (the first one they saw) I drooped the Albino off and he went and got the hooker to agree to have sex with him and hook his buddies up with some crack. Man I would have never guessed that these dudes smoked crack. The Hooker was rough. I looked at her and I thought wow what a life. Prostitutes are broken women, the street walkers at least. They find themselves in such a screwed up world and they fear everything. These guys were nice people, no joke they fuck hookers! The albino really liked the women and she thought that was creepy, because it was making her feel good. I dropped them off at the CI in the west end. Fuck! I watched them go into the hotel, drinking cans of Pepsi to smoke the crack out of. they each got a bag. I love Montreal. It's what makes me Canadian.

Friday, October 17, 2008

oh + 2 Saudi Arabian ladies and their Sun

What a dead night. Nights like tonight leave me driving around asking God why? Why what? What's the point of trying when there is not that much to try to achieve. Then I realize that its the devil I'm talking to. HAHAHA I'm not on drugs I just spent most of my night looking for a fare and found Jack shit. I drove an elderly man for free, his schizophrenic wife ditched him. He told me he did not have a mental illness but he was arrested for fighting his crazy wife on a street corner. What a hoot. My last fare was great, because I barely made enough cash to fill the tank up by that point and this guy was an out of town trip. 68$ no tip the dude woke his dad up to pay the bill with his VISA. His dad wasn't even pissed that his fully grown son partied for the last four days and spent all his money then took a 70$ ride and got him to pay it. I wish that was my DAD. I have a decent father though. This guy told me that the roads in heaven are paved in gold, if they are it's cause Gods wife made him do it.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Work More for less

SO tonight was a really great Wednesday. I bought the New Kings of Leon CD, it’s worth it. So because I had such a great night I want to write about an issue I have with Edmonton employers. I fill up at this gas station on the west end. The women that works there has given up twelve years of her life there. That’s her job and she loves that gas station. She works the night shift, I’ve written about her in the past. SO anyway she works the night shift alone. All by herself. It was not always like this, there is a new set of owner who say they can’t afford to pay another employee. That’s such bull shit. I made a video of some people who work the night shift and they have some things to say that might effect the way you feel about the person you buy gas from in the middle of the night. Oh and the CBC says its coming in the cab on Friday, I think.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Monday, October 13, 2008

I love This kind of work

Tonight I kicked a person out of my cab. I think that they were being so belligerent because I'm a white kid. The Dude I kicked out was East Indian. He was disrespecting me, by saying I was a shitty cabby and he thought the city should take my taxi away(there was more). He was an awful old man, one of those angry people I hope I never become. He was also the third or forth person I have ever kicked out of my taxi in almost three years of driving. He was close enough to his house to walk and I did not charge the asshole for the thirty dollars he already owed me. He got to me though.
I also met this bouncer that told me that the police turn a blind eye on organized criminals, maybe it's because the EPS is on the take. Corrupt cops, mmmmmm is that possible? I won't say what bar he worked for, or what criminal organization but they were both big ones. The boom is over. Kinda. Gas is Cheap, and people died this long weekend in car accidents. Wow was there ever a lot of accidents this weekend. I shot a video of this dude that got put out on 82 ave. Right in the middle of the street. This city is getting dirty. The economy people. Bad boys whatcha gonna do when they come for you.

Street Phite

Sunday, October 12, 2008


Have a Happy and Safe long WeekEnd

Long weekends are said to be the deadliest for Road Warriors who travel on the big streets of this world. I wonder why. Tonight the city seemed so sweet. Quiet. The bars were half full. The night was slow but moving. No traffic other then the usual construction delays on 82 ave. Between Filthy McNasty's and Calgary trail. That area is a prime pick up spot. Who did I drive? Lots of new customers and some old ones. I'm driving a Young man from Fiji, very cool. Love to see Edmonton Influence others from all over the world. I have a group of girls who are Australian, and a chick whose studying psych she's uptight but in a good way. There was this rich St Albert kid who graduated and got one degree and is going back for another. He had to pick up his passport. "Coke Run". Crazy. Tipped me 2┬║Bones. I had a great night, lots of cultural people. People from everywhere. Man I love this job. My last fare was a couple of women that I drove and wrote about in the past. The first time I picked them up I gave them the blog URL and my cell number. I never saw them again. Tonight they called me out of the blue, both of them teach a language. They're cool, I knew it the first time I picked them up, weird and cool. I saw a car accident tonight. A deadly one. I took my last fare to see it, they wanted too and if you want I'll take you too.

99st and Sask Drive

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Maria Its already sssso cold isn't it?

My job is great, because I believe there is more to my life then just driving people home. Tonight was a very lucrative night, the people paid and I made sure they made it to where they had to go. I have had a problem with dispatch since I started driving with the company I drive for, you see they don't answer calls through the radio "Sometimes". Maybe they're on break right? Now do you think that when a police dispatch person needs a break they just leave the radio alone, NO! Cops have a dangerous job they need back up. Cops have guns for back I don't. I called dispatch today and no one answered. I think the company should get sued for that because dispatch is my back up and they leave for breaks all the time. Imagine if I had gotten stabbed and I was begging for help through the radio and the only thing to hear my voice is empty air. Well that's what happens to taxi drivers all the time at least with my shitty company. The dispatch is a joke and my safety is their last concern. I made a video of me talking to no one. Check it out if you want, I chew gum like a horse Sorry. Another new thing that I have encountered lately is the 3$ sure charge past 11 pm, fuck what a joke, I don't implement it I make great money without it, I get tipped quadruple that and if the clients know that I forgot the sure charge they pay more cause it's bullshit. Fuck the surcharge just tip a cabby if he's good. Check out my cheesy clip.

not Accurate

not Accurate

Friday, October 10, 2008

Bill Kennedy and ten second epic

Ok so tonight was not a great night for raking in the big bucks but I did get some new clients that hopefully will pan out to be great people to work for in my Taxi future. Now the city itself is changing. There is less $$$$$ floating around to be thrown around. You can just tell. The roads are in a state of panic with all the crappy construction contractors not finished and the snow is coming. Now for the good stuff, my last fare was a dude who plays a guitar for a local band that's going to be big. Ten Second epic. I have been a fan of the band since I first heard them. There is a few bands out there that are from E=town that are growing but most suck compared to Ten Second Epic, I like their music and I was happy to drive their guitarist for free, and he tipped me very well so thanks. I hope he calls me up for a ride so I can meet an almost famous person a little more. Hey has any one out there heard of the kings of Leon, Fuck man now that is a great band as well, They have been helping me through some shit and I dig. One more awesome thing to say about tonight. Anyone out there listen to NIN Megadeath, well I met the man behind the recording of some of their records, His name Bill Kennedy a mega music producer and a great person and loving son. He was in my taxi tonight. I hope they call me again. Any one from the new clients to the music maker call please keep my life as joyous as you already have hahahahah.

Thursday, October 9, 2008


I drove the Taxi last night, I got ripped off by some chick that works at the safeway. This is my first rant about taxihood in a while. It was just a tester night so I'm going to have a lot to talk about soon, cause I'm driving for a living now.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008
The intro page is ok but check it out guys its great.
leave comments tell me what you think.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Tuesday, September 2, 2008


Some crap


this is a real dirty story. view discretion is advised bad fucking audio

Monday, September 1, 2008


So I went out last night to film, I was with this kid, he's kinda scary and he backs me up when I'm out with the Camera. He's an addict, pill popper. So he's always doubtful and judgmental. So we were out on white ave and some dude saw me with a camera and a tripod. He asked "what ya doing?" I said "working". He felt wronged with the answer and asked for more but then his buddy turned around and said "your a cab driver!" "I am" I said. "With the blog?" he asked.With the blog? That's, right there was how I knew I'm on the right track. He knew who I was when someone asked who I was. The Camera was off. Fate. My drug addict friend was there he saw it happen, but he lives in a seedy motel and hangs out with a heavy duty mechanic that is rooming with two young teenage call girls. Aaa I know I'm on the right track. Here is a Interview I did, I have way more but this is what I've done so far there is more on the way. Full Service

Sunday, August 24, 2008

film maker in progress

The first day of the shoot my audio took a dump. There was a story though. As I was returning from dropping someone off. A threesome, and the women were dominatrices. Well I was on my way back when I saw three kids kicking the shit out of two dudes on the side walk. Not a big deal but then they started to curb stomp one of them. I was off 118ave so I knew that I was in the hood and that these kids might actually kill the kid under the boot. I stopped and got my camera. Got out of the taxi and pointed it at them the bad guys ran. They scattered, I called 911. The whole ordeal was caught on tape. There is a clip in the footage where you can hear my voice saying I think we stopped them from stabbing the kid, then you here the cop saying They stabbed him. Fuck!

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Jump For Joy Taxi Truth

I rented the taxi to make my film. Its going to be a storytelling extravagansa. As many stories of the lives of the people who deal with the Underground. i'm the main character, the driver exposer of stories. I 'm going to give the audience a safe ride through a world filled with ..... I don't know Lets see what the film will have to say after we shoot the streets from my perspective. I'm excited this is scarier then you would think. I got a crew, my dads on it. My heart races when I think about what its going to look like. The taxi inspieres me to write. I don't look at the key board when I'm writing taxi talk, Fuck its great. I know what I want to shoot. I don't know what I'm going to get But I know I want it. This is an exciting time for taxitruth

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Fucking Contex

The production phase is starting,I learned to edit video. I also interviewed some people. Their stories were amazing. I feel like the project is hauling ass. There is one problem, I need to introduce my media in the right contexe. Contexe is key, I have a very up front style, I'm sure but I know Ill have enough for a full dossier on the nfb That would be the bgining of a dream coming true.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Greyhound decapitation

decapitation on a greyhound, I am going to have nightmares, ever since I saw another taxi driver get his throat slashed I understand what Most Canadians don't. This place has just as much funk as everywhere else, hell the boom made more. Alberta is a breading ground for the devil. Except us Canadians swim in Ignorance. I would love to have the bus drivers of that bus be in my Film. Sounds Fucked I know but what happened on that bus was aaaaaaa, Scary! I wonder if the guy was psychotic, on drugs, maybe both. I wonder if this was the way he wanted to become famous. Did he get on the bus and know he was going to kill someone? DId he get all angry during the ride? WHat made him snap? That's what I want to understand cause working as a cabby in Edmonton I know I saw him delivering those papers at night. He was a paper boy, but he went mmmmmmm postal or what would you call that? Way beyond postal. He used sisors. FUck THat story is a prime example of the direction or society is going. Don't understand me, well read "learn to swim"

Thursday, July 31, 2008

I hate begging

Today I approached an old fare, well she is a young girl but someone I used to drive around in the taxi. I remembered that she had a very urban underground story. She works in a mall. In a clothing store and a few months back she was assaulted at work. She was beaten with a hockey stick by a crazed meth head, who was actually gunning to get her pregnant co-worker. This little tiny hero of a girl stepped in between them and saved the women and her unborn child. I remember when she got in my car, she had a broken wrist with a cast on it and her back was all bruised up. This is a girl that weighs no more then 120 pounds. The meth head was out to get Satan's spawn. Fucking dirty meth heads. Well this guy is out of jail and he has already been caught trying to get back in the mall. I hope this young women agrees to work with me on telling her story to the masses. I feel that this project is so important and that the stories of the people who are affected by the shit of the world at work have a great perspective that should be told.

Friday, July 25, 2008

a new and promising relationship

I am now working on creating this film with others. people more experienced then me. I am happy and proud to present to you


this is a gentlemen with whom I am going to be working with

watch and tell me what you guys and girls think

blogger did not add the link so here is the URL
insert it manually damn it!

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Just a little something something

Taxi talk introduces us to himself in his taxi and tells us the story of his beginnings and why he is creating the film. Then he begins to approach others that work in dangerous fields. Throughout the film specific camera angles will be used to represent the streets, the people the outcomes of the events. These angles will create a look and feel that corresponds to the way society actually feels about the characters and where they are going. Each interview will be a mini film in which the audience gets told the answers to a series of questions. The questions will take the worker through the scenario he or she wants to tell us about and then goes deeper and asks what we can do to change what is happening to our society and culture for the better. These people hold a key to dealing with the presence of a demon at night. A monster that most of us close are eyes to, these working people understand the situation far more accurately then a person who has never been exposed to it. These are the people whose stories need to be heard to open the hearts and minds of those not directly exposed to the Underground but none the less are affected by the consequences of the Urban Undergrounds actions.

Monday, July 14, 2008

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Canaday Day

I spent the whole day with my perfect little son. Now it's night time and I am on my way out to capture the essence of Edmonton celebrating the Birth of the nation. I hope to capture some brutal stuff. This is all for my new project. A film about how people can change the society around if they only try. Can't wait to show you.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

110$+ 2$ in intrest

I paid an old Photo Radar Ticket,

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

New comers read the older post, I was the youngest taxi driver in Edmonton, this is a sh$#! hole of a city!

I'm creating a concept for the Future here, so if you guys and gals got some stories or know people who do, bring it on.

On the Job/Urban Underground

"Urban Underground/On the Job"opens the door for people who have been exposed to the urban underground at work. Fire fighters, police, taxi drivers, bouncers, bartenders, security guards, custodians, bus drivers even snow removal people, can share their stories about how they are affected at work by the "underground."

As a taxi driver, I was on the job when I was exposed to a world I never knew about. I used my blog,, to express the experiences I could not escape.

"Urban Underground/On the Job" goes deeper as well, diving into other urban underground issues such as gangs, prostitution, drugs, and homelessness from the perspective of the people who work with them. Hear, see, and experience the stories of innocent people, the average Joe, working and dealing with an anti-society society. All of these are aspects of this multi-faceted concept. On the Job deals with the "in-your-face" issues of today.

Anyone who has a story that they can contribute is more then welcome to email me or leave a comment. Thanks
New comers read the older post, I was the youngest taxi driver in edmonton, this is a shit hole of a city

Monday, June 23, 2008

That is the address I am trying to get the NFB to allow me to use for my platform. Anyone who likes my Idea should go to the NFB website and tell them to create the dossier on the double.