Celexa? Wellbutrin, Sex.......what is it?

Rock stars do not wait in line!

Tonight was the first night of my work week, aah and what a night. My first fare was a native women with a guy on their way to the Lodge Motor Inn on Stony Plain RD. I want to mention her because she told me about one of her finest moments in life. About ten years ago she was in Hinton Alberta in a Motel. She said she had a big bag of Glass(Meth), a pocket full of cash, every drawer in the room filled with bottles of beer and to top it all of huge sac of mushrooms. She told me this story because as she recalled it was one of the finest moments of her life. What's yours? Mine is the birth of my Sun. Not many fares after Mrs.LodgeMotor. I was cruising up 82ave when I spotted the boys from Ten second Epic. I had to pull over and wish them a happy tour. They were really nice to me and so I continued up 82 ave. I got another fare. A dude right out of jail, I told him that I had been feeling really angry since the economy crashed. He told me "if you got someone to love, and you got something you want to achieve plus your freedom you ain't got nothing to worry about." He was right. I got all those things. One of my last fares was a boy raised by a couple psychiatrists. We had a lot in common, except he was 18. We went to the same high school, and I shared the same type of extracurricular activities as him in my past. Lately I feel 18 again, I feel lost unaware of my destination in life. Over the past couple of weeks I've been smacked by some solid depression. I feel like things are falling out of my control. I don't feel safe on the road. I can't make money. No one cares. So I've decided that I'm going to look this adversity right in the eye and be positive. I no longer want to be negative I want to be positive. So after I dropped the psych kid off I parked my car across the street from Filthy McNasties. That's where the boys from Ten Second Epic party and trust me they draw a crowd. It was the only bar in the city with patrons. I sat there and took photos. I was checking out my work when someone opened the door and sat down. I looked up and saw the lead Guitar player "Dan" from Ten Second Epic. He knows who I am so I asked "Did you know that this was my cab?" He said "No, but hey whats up?" I told him "I don't believe I got one of you guys randomly." We chatted and he made it home safe. That made my night. Tonight was a pleasure.

I have been lucky enough to drive everyone in the band except the lead singer. They rock guys so if you have a chance go and see them it's worth it.

Right back at ya!

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Someone thought this video was unsuitable for you tube. It shows a violent act on 82nd ave in Edmonton. The authorities never showed up even though it was in a very public location. I produced this to show Edmontonians what's happening on our streets. To me this clip depicts a lack of police presence. I would like the authorities to acknowledge that fact, that currently they are not up to par. This clip shows that, if not by the violence itself then by the public agreeing with me that the cops should have been there. I have additional footage of the event. The bar it started at. (it would be a great add) I have footage of the bouncers at that bar allowing the fight to continue and not calling the authorities. This type of occurrence is caused by ignorance. The only one hurt was an innocent female bystander. Who do you blame? Maybe it's society, but hey don't shoot the messenger, I'm just doing what my gut tells me to do.

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Scott McCord thank you for being my rock and roll last night

HEy I also won 4 tickets to GOB at Show girls
WHo should I take?
I don't think I got 4 friends.
Scott McCord
I'm really being to nice to the fat bastard

Pink Sox

So what's up on this night. So much it's overwhelming. I think the key cause of my stress lately is financial. Not getting what you deserve makes people want to go out and fist one another, get it? Probably not. I drove a professional paint baller tonight from Edmonton Impact. What an awesome person. You would think that someone that shoots paint balls at others for a living might have a mean streak. I didn't see one, I liked the dude. I also drove around a bunch of kids that were munching on the Mushrooms. They were having a blast, well most of them. One guy just couldn't get high. He ate and ate the fungus but still nothing. His buddies were too loopy to care. I also drove the guy who actually saw the individual who did the shooting at the fox last summer, I'm only mentioning it because I was interviewed by Scott Fralick, here is the link. Violence Downtown. The guy told me the shooter was a brown guy. I also had another encounter with 911. O.k so I'm making my way up 109st with a fare, he was messed up. We were going to the Y. At about 109st and 79 ave some guy was trying to pass me on the outside lane, which would have been fine if there wasn't any pylons signaling the fact that the road is undergoing some construction. The guy just plowed into the construction zone. I looked at his face amongst all the flying debris. The guy was angry and in my opinion he did it on purpose. Well he broke most of the lights on the front end of his truck and the car stalled. He pulled onto a one way with the broken down truck. I followed him, my fare memorized the plate number then we called 911 and I started filming. I recorded the whole conversation. The guy got out of the truck and started to walk back to the debris scattered all over the road. My fare and I followed, I continued to film the bad guy, drive the car and speak to 911. I kept asking where the police are? Why is there no check stops? What are the reasons for the lack of crime prevention in Edmonton. My questions fell on dead ears, the female dispatcher would not and probably could not answer them. The EPS is having internal issues but they won't admit it. Anyway the guy starts to pick up and put back all the construction signs. It took the cops so long that he more or less was able to make it look like he didn't do anything to the road work area. His car on the other hand wouldn't start and he could not change that. The asshole couldn't runaway. It took the EPS about 12 minutes to make it to 109st and 80 ave. A block off Whyte(the busiest and most dangerous bar hopping street in Alberta). This actually happened about 3 blocks from where buddy burn alive about three weeks ago. When one female cop showed up about 5 more cruisers showed up. I began to understand why they are so slow and incapable. The female officer was the only one talking to the criminal. All the other guys stood around talking sometime even sharing a laugh. I had to get out of my car and ask if I could take my passenger to his destination. The officers made me wait till they finished their joke. When they finally approached my ride they told me that the guy was having an allergic reaction to a peanut butter bar. Lies! They said he has an ambulance on the way. I asked "does someone who's having an allergic reaction and is incapable of controlling his vehicle smash up the road then get out and pick up the mess?" The officer said "Yes." He also said " He could also just be a bad driver." Fuck that. I gave them my number and asked for the police officers name so I can call and ask about the final verdict. (the guy fucking ate a peanut he was allergic to, to get off, and he will cause justice is a whore) My last fare on the other hand was a group of women going to Sherwood park and they brightened the night up for me. Just the happiest people in the world. Good looking too. They Made me feel like a hundred bucks. They put me back on my cabby pedestal, thank ladies.

Judas, Judas, Judas

Who missed me last night? Good? That makes me feel worthy. I had a pretty below average night again. I don't know, maybe I should have worked Thursday but I just wasn't feeling it. I guess it was a good night. Friday was like a Tuesday during the booms peak. Hey Albertans remember the boom. About two years ago when everyone and his mother moved here to get a piece of the pie and ended up taking it from you. Ha! That's the way the cookie crumbles. Tonight I got jacked and it was not in your conventional way. I troll around looking for flags. It's the way I like to make my money. So I spot this asshole flagging in front of the Funky Pickle. It's past 4 am and the pizzeria is all locked up. I'm pulling over when some random sedan backs up on 82 ave and picks up this kid. The other car was an ex Co-op taxi and the driver was stealing my fare, from right in front of me. The asshole low balled me and took the kid home. I followed him and got the plate. Picking people up without a permit is illegal. I contacted my dispatch and asked what I could do about it. The worthless dispatcher had no Idea. I drove up to the cop shop and demand an answer. The Operator (the police station was closed too, I had to use a phone that was located on the outside of the building) gave me this number 780 496 5244. Taxi bylaw officer and hopefully enforcer. I'm going to get a hold of her and figure out what I can do to become more involved in my profession and the issues that surround it. I was on my way back to my car when I ran into a couple other drivers. I told them why I wear a camera around my neck all the time. It's like my gun, people are forced to clean up their act around it so I like to point it at assholes. I'm not afraid of the camera because I behave the same for everyone except around children and really old Grand Mothers. The same foul language the same everything. I know they appreciate it because almost everyone that sits in my taxi enjoys the ride. Most of my readers are people who have been entertained by my rants in the back seat. I guess that's why I rarely get picked on about my ability to write. People who criticise the blog without ever actually getting into the taxi have no Idea what they are doing. The truth is the blog is nasty, lots of times what I deal with is nasty but anyone exposed to it from my back seat will see it the way I see it night in and night out. I tell almost all my clients to comment, I even tell them to please tell me if it stinks. It's never happened. Only a person that's never been on a ride with me would have the audacity to think they could talk shit about who I am. If there is one thing I kick ass at it's getting you home safe through a world filled with shit. I Plow through that shit with my crown Vic and I make passenger feel like they know me. Like they've known me for a long time. Like the ride home was their destiny. Tonight I had a fare who I gave a ride to about three years ago. She remembered me, she remembered the conversation. That's worth so much to me. Well anyways I met those drivers and I told them about the CBC stuff, the burning alive guy and how the gypsy taxis are eating up our business. One of them looked at me and said I have become an activist and that I should be careful because the Police are going to start trying to break me down. I'm not scared of them. The cops are a joke because the judicial system is a joke not each individual cop. What makes individual cops so insignificant is that they aren't trying to change anything. They're like the rest of the world, just sitting around expecting everything to change for them. That's what makes them so worthless, that they just force us through the shit without making us feel safe. Like eating shit is our destiny. At least that's the way I feel and I'm the only little white boy out there driving a taxi cause he wants to and isn't scared. My opinion is for sure unique and I swear I'm just being honest. Like this song, it's about a women check it out..................<

I watched this fight for a good chunk of time. It happened on 105st and 82 st during prime time. I guess the cops were celebrating the rebirth of Christ. I ate fish even. No meat on Good Friday. No Kisses either, but we all gotta eat.

Macewanblogcamp.fuck you

This is a defensive school
it's understood that the school of Grant Mac is.........

Rejoice again and again

Wee haw. What a night. The temperature is getting warmer every day. I love it. People are out a lining up to get into the clubs. Life is flourishing. Tonight I called 911 on this drunk fuck and to tell you the truth the operator on the other line was magnificent. He was able to keep me calm and even diverted my attention from the lack of police presents on the streets by telling me that the reason police don't pull over drunk drivers on a regular basis is because they are busy swallowing all the chiefs cum. I'm not telling the truth but the Curb the danger guy was nice and reassured me that the police are really trying to prevent all the street abuse. I really hope so. Tonight I picked up this lesbian from the gay club "play". She was crying because none of her friends showed up to her thirty seventh birthday party. Not one. So I gave her the pack of smokes someone left in the car and a free ride home. People have been especially nice to me lately. I've been a sour apple for the last little while. I've been just raging. Well tonight was the last night. I no longer can drive around putting myself under such stress. So what? the roads are full of drunks, crack heads, drug dealers, ignorant cops and all around retarded human beings, who cares? It's my new attitude "I don't care." I can't wait till the next time I see a cop drive past a women about to be raped, I'm going to drive right past too, and think to myself "She probably deserves it." Then I'll laugh just like the pigs. It was really nice tonight, after my anger subsided I was able to relax and enjoy the morning. My last fare told me "Just stay positive and all will be good." I told them I'd write a post that is happy and forgiving. How did I do? Hey did you know that Kurt Cobain blew his head off like fifteen years ago today. Fuck I'm getting old but the Oilers won and Britney Spears is coming tomorrow.

check stop-Jasper 124st- Africa

Ha hahahahah that's my evil laugh. Tonight I dropped by the Grant MacEwan College. They were putting on a blog boot camp. There is a link but I don't know it. Well I dropped in and presented all the organizers with my card and the URL to the taxitalk. Well they announced it to the room of marathon bloggers. One of the people participating stepped up and said "Hey I'm "Ben" I read your blog." I was tickled pink. Well all the people there were cool. That's what I though. A few hours later I got a phone call from Ben, the kid who read my blog he said to me "A great injustice has accrued, The boot camp was a contest for a Mac book. Whoever received the most hits got the book. I got over 220, the winner of the Mac book only got 202." He was robbed. Those bastards stole his Mac book. Ben, life is a bitch. Last night I had to drive around a lot of ungrateful assholes, except as soon as they sat in the back of my Cab their lives went from empty, boring and ugly to "Hey we have a magical cabby!" Yes kids I am more then just and asshole that drives a cab I'm a ......pansy that needs to get a better education but not at that two faced school Grant MacEwan College. I heard they treat people from other countries like nobodies. My last fare was a 16 year old, cooked! out of her mind on something. Her diabetic friend decided to stay home and not go visit with a bunch of twenty somethings. I can never understand how adults can chill and do drugs with children. This 16 year old told me she had a rough week. For some reason I said "pregnancy" she said "yes I just had an abortion, my boyfriend wasn't ready. We broke up." Yeah and you killed a baby. I don't care what you pro choice mother fuckers think a 16 year old should not be allowed to have an abortion and then turn around and go fuck another worthless jerk off that feeds her illicit drugs. For all I know that kid in her ignorant gut was the new Jesus sent here to burn down the establishment.

I might be a hypocrite. This might be endless

Whooreallure for men

Its been too long since my last post. Last night my first fare had no money was drunk and high as a mother fucker. He jumped on the hood of my ride then rolled off and into the mud. He did not even make it into the car. Then while minding my own business in my lane I spotted a speeding Mercedes in the rear view. Since we're in a recession and I have nothing better to do I signaled into the speeders lane. Totally legit. The bitch behind me blew a gasket. She wanted to get in front of me so bad. I had a smile on my face. Nothing like pissing off a rich bitch while you're not making any money. Well she eventually made it into the lane next to me. She pulled up "You think that's defensive driving I'm gonna report you to...." she began to threaten me. She shut her trap as soon as I pointed my Canon G10 at her face and said "I'm filming you." Nothing like getting a rich twat to shut her pie hole. Lol. She was no longer such an asshole driver either. Funny how cameras shut people up. They're like guns but without the jail sentence. Tonight the Union Hall gives out free money. They actually hand the customer a 20$ bill. Tonight it was only a 10$ bill but still "Free money." So I dove these kids to Lister hall. They were all happy because a crew of them gathers and collects as much cash from the Bar as they can get and then they leave. Last week they made 80$ so they bought a quarter of the Kush "Tuna". Last night they did not make the whole 80$ but they made enough to buy a bag and pay me. All right boys fuck the Union Hall they're a Capital stand.