Shotgun! Don't worry bout it.

Economic slow down. You guys know what that smells like. Teen spirit, I had some of that last night. I was picking up one of my first fares. A 19 year old kid. I thanked him from the bottom of my cabby heart for calling a cab. "Thanks man, most people stay away from taxis these days and drive drunk." The 19 year old looked at me and said "my dad was killed by a drunk driver, it's something that's in the way. I can't drink and drive." Sad story. Something like that can really drain you, but this kid was cool. He really appreciated me, taxis need the work. I need work so bad I picked up this 26 year old. He was out with his friends at on the rocks when he had a few to many. He got sick. Even thought there hasn't been any work lately other taxi drivers rejected this guy. His friends told me he was vomity. I could tell. "That's cool I got convenience bags, like on a plane." The kid almost filled one. He was a good fare. He barfed in the bag and made it home alive. His friends kinda ditched him, when they threw him into the cab they said "he has a credit card. and if not his mom does." You know those bastards just wanted to go back to the bar and breed. I had a bunch of girls from a bachelorette party. The bride to be was already gone, I guess she had a few to many too. Well one of the women I let in the car liked me. Her name was Ashley, hot girl. You could tell she was horny, you know in bloom. It's strange to hear women talk about needing sex. See when guys do it it's territorial pissings, but when an attractive women talks dirty it's thrilling. For me at least. I like that come as you are attitude, that openness that makes people feel like maybe they don't need that lithium. Maybe the world is a decent place after all, not just some sleazy lounge act. Life is more than a pirate feeding his pet Polly some crackers right?

short story

Tonight was another night. I had a good one. I was invited back to the Y after hours. I've been living the Zen style, Welcome to wherever you are, kinda thing. I was in the club tonight. I danced. I was offered drugs last week and this week. I've been staying clean and well, that's the thing I've been clean for like four years. I watched all the kids in the club get wreaked. Life times, wasted or maybe not. I got there as the club was opening. 3am. You can only get so far in the line up. You can watch kids get all fucked up in that first hour. I stayed for an hour. I danced for most of it. I watch all the kids trying to move to the beat. Some were having a hard time just trying to stand up. The drugs pounding through their bodies with every heart beat. Costa La vista baby. I'm not saying that I can dance but I do sober. It's sweet. Windows into a different world. I can get the vibe I want off the other people. Without the drugs. I do it in the cab every day. Drugs generate behaviors. Those behaviors are provoked by feelings that are brought on by the drugs. Just mimicking those actions creates those feeling. Drugs real aren't necessary, especially when you truly understand what"s yours to loose. First and foremost the dancing in an illicit, dirty, seedy, underground club is cool. You don't have to be high to have fun. If you insist on getting high look further, now what do you see?

Leon of the Okanagan

Last night started with a fare from downtown to Steel Wheelz. Three kids stocking up on treats to eat after they indulge in a bit of a blunt. I got 20$. First fare made my night look promising. They weren't going to be knocking any one up. Then a personal call. Cause I'm on call. An old client. I need her. Shes a charmer. Then I drove a couple of drunk guys, one of them was an Oiler. No Joke. Dough Kicklac or something. The guy in the front seat sold pasta sauce. You know Ragoo or something. He said his sauce is the good stuff. For that 30$ pasta. Told me bout growing up in the west end. Kings of that hood. Booting around in the good old Camaro kicking ass. McFearless's. I'm lucky I got them. They paid for gas. There was nowhere to stop. All stands were full. Top light s On, the black thumbnail of life. I drove by a club that had a dude being arrested in front of it. I backed myself right in there thinking it might attract a fare. Nothing. a good show though. Then I drove a dude named Kim. He asked me for crack. I asked him if a driver has ever hooked him up with a piece. He said "Yes." I doubted it. He was a gross guy. As we were pulling up to the ATB he touched my arm and said "don't worry I'm not the runner." I told him "hurry up." His hands were dead cold. You people aren't fans of cold hands are you? My last fare was a woman that was loitering around the Petro-Can I fill up at. People who loiter usually want something. She wanted a ride three blocks away. On the way there she told me the Sheriff kicked her out of this house at 7am. She's going back to break and enter. I could tell she was a fresh user. I asked if she was using hard or soft. "Hard" I yelled before she could answer."I'm a nurse" she told me. I told her to get off the crack. Man a couple of weeks on that stuff and your done. You end up in someones trunk. For some people it's the true love way. For me, my way, I'd live in Arizona or New Mexico and I'd have a half pipe in the desert. It would be my party. I'm moving to Canadas California soon.

Where the Fuck! do I live?

I live in a Nation where we need to advertise basic morality. This is the top of the world Baby! ProtectChildren.ca

fight that ticket!
is affordable and the cops that work there quit.

Buddy! move over

Sunday night my first fare was the same women from last night. She was the one who worked in the massage parlor. Actually that's where I was called to. The same women. She told me she had one client. "165$, that's what I made today. Not bad." I said "Sure I guess." She told me that a member of a prominent Rub and Tug on 109st and 105ave got AIDS. She was thinking about it out loud in the car, "Imagine if she went bare back, Imagine if I had one of her clients." I could tell she was scared. I could tell she didn't always use protection. I had a good night Sunday morning. It was stress free like every Sunday should be. It rained. That was the first bit of rain I've seen in a while. Freshened the world up a bit. Summers coming.

I want to know what love is I want you to show me

Aaaaha. What a night! Almost all my clients were personal. Lately because it's slow I focus on picking up personals. In the past the bar rush was six hours long. Now it's over before it started. My personal are all rocking. I had this women get in. She had something about her. She was older and she was very plain but she let of this ... I don't know. As she walked into the liquor store all the men were watching her move around. She was in and out of there fast. Then when she hit the 7/11 all the dudes tried to stop and talk to her. Weird. She wasn't anything out of the ordinary. One guy even came up and asked me "Whats her address?" I gave him a bunk location. Then he pulled a stolen pepperoni from his sleeve. He looked at the 7/11 and said "Man that place must loose 10,000$ a month in revenue. I never pay full price." I laughed. He stood next to the car until she came out. He tried to talk to her he even said "I know you!" She told me " go, I don't know this guy." I left laughing. On the way back to her place she told me " I work in a massage parlor." That explained it. She was a hooker. Off duty though. Fuck men can smell it a mile away. Men are pigs. The night was slow. Lots to piss me off. I'm trying something new. I'm trying to live and let live. I'm trying to be zen. I'm trying to stop stressing about money and control. What I do is stay in a good mood. When someone cuts me off and my heart starts to pound I relax. I try to let it go. Really a difficult thing for me. It helps. I've been making more money in the zen state. Thinking more rationally. I was having trouble focusing on the blog earlier. Not able to think about anything better then the crappy dispatcher or the worthless pigs. Then I walked upstairs and ate an orange. I mean I actually sat there and enjoyed the orange. The dame fruit was delicious. The texture. Fuck. Then I ate another on. Every time my mind wandered into the no-mans land of anger and misery I would loose the great sensation on eating that orange. I want to live that sensation. I want my life to be so good I want more.

shhh......feel the emotions

Tonight was not ordinary. I actually had an incredible morning. Well the night started with an excellent meal with a friend a sexy friend. Then I started work around 9 pm. The roads were busy with all those Friday night assholes. It's weird seeing so much traffic throughout the night. I drove the Inarticulate drunk guy last night from the Bear. He was cool. Not much happened until I got a call from a friend Mr. Dave. Well he had been sitting at his house pounding a few beers back with his boss. When the boss needed a ride home I was the lucky recipient of the phone call. When I arrived I was welcomed by a group of men that had obviously been having a "good" night. I took Dave's boss home. Nice guy owns an international electrical company or something. The man gave me 100$. Wow. I almost blew a gasket. My night was all of a sudden looking good. Money is tight these days, a 90$ tip goes a long way. Thanks man. Later, and this is the weird one. Donair shop on 82ave and 106st, three dudes get in while I'm rocking Nirvanas "Polly" loud. I tell them to simmer down cause I want to listen to the song, then I blare it. They dig it. Seems I got a fighter in the car, a massive man. A Doctor (General practitioner) and their friend (don't know what he did). On the way to the Y after hours they wanted to stop at their truck. We stop. The boys get themselves a whiff of special K (Ketamine). All of a sudden they are totally clued into me. They loved the ride so much that when we got to the Y they offered me whatever it took to get me to go in with them. I said "100$" I was joking but bam they gave it up no problem. We entered. So I'm in the dance club with a doctor and a man that is huge. All the women were staring at us. well not me, the guy with the massive biceps. They bought me some water (5$ a bottle) and I sat down in the chill out room. I watched a guy tripping on Ecstasy throw up on the floor. The Y. I talked with my new buddies. They were cool. I think they were out of their element and that's why they wanted me to come in with them. They had drugs. Lots of drugs (pharmaceutical) and money but they weren't drug people. Just a threesome of dudes letting loose. I thought it was cool. They took good care of me in that club. I was happy to have been given the opportunity to make a 100$/hour plus dance around a club like a teenager. I left after the hour, my fares stayed. Dudes you guys were the shit, I don't believe you people stepped into my life like that thanks. As I walked out the club towards my car a girl approached me. She wanted a ride. I could see the line of taxis in front of the after hours club. I asked "Why don't you take one of those?" She said "you write a blog right? My sister almost had sex in your car once, she said you blogged about it" I smiled and let her in. My night was incredible compared to any other cabby last night for sure. I am so lucky to be me and I love the summer time so party the fuck on kids.

Faxi Taxi

Oh I also saw the bastard Gypsy cabby. Hey I snagged a pic. Just look at his greasy mug. The mother fuck is missing his front teeth. You guys tell me what you think of the picture.

So these two guys get in an start talking bout their night. They told me that they had a women walk out on them. I picked them up a a restaurant named "happy family eats" or something. I was dispatched to the trip at 3:30am. "Why did she walk out on you?" I asked. One of the guys turned to me and said "cause I never thanked her for ordering such a great meal." "Did she pay?" I inquired. He says "No, I paid but the meal was exceptionally good and I guess she was hurt that no one cared to thank her."
Oh you guys the world is changing. No joke. I like recession. I hope it hits hard. People change during the tough times. People look real. People are loosing their jobs. I paid my "shift rent" today. I didn't have an envelope I gave my boss a fist full of cash. He counts it and says "rent went up 30$ a week." I was like "when?" surprised as fuck. "Last month" he said. I owe him a bunch of extra cash. Funny, I was just thinking that rent should be lowered since I can't get ahead financially. Fuck a trip to the dentist is a tough pill to swallow. I'm getting insured. I need Life insurance. It would suck to get hacked up and tossed into the trunk of my taxi for "nothing." All in all I can't think of a better job. Tonight I drove a couple members of the "Cree Clan." These kids kicked ass. I wish I could link them up. These dudes were just such nice people. They were from the reserve. They opened for a rapper at the Gas Pump. Looked like it sold out cause the Gas Pump was the only place to get a fare. The Empress too. The last Thursday of every month is a Gay Night. Gays are some great people. I'm really actually comfortable with gay men. I try to shoot the shit with them. I've driven lots of gay people, my fare share.

Boring work week? then get another job

Move the fuck along is all I can say. When shit gets you down, just get the fuck up. I met this boxer tonight. Young kid. Well he recently came back from a tournament that he won. That's what he thought. The judges said it was the other guy. The crowd said it was my fare. You guys ever seen Rocky. Now that's a great movie. When I was a child I would watch Rocky and then go out and kick all the kids asses. I was the toughest mother fucker on the block. I told my Fare (the Boxer) that if he understood his dream by the time he was 19 he should continue to pursue it. Most people have no Idea who they are. Until they die. Most people are followers and zombies. Boxing is a vicious sport. Brutal. It's not golf. The kid had his head on straight and he inspired me. Tonight I had a weirdo try to take a dump in the car. He would not give me the address he wanted to go to. A bouncer shoved him into my taxi. He wasn't all that fucked up, he was just a weirdo. I took him to the west end with the intent of dropping him off at the cop shop. I told him to runaway at the red light or pay the fare. He didn't run till we were a block away from the west end police station. He never succeeded in taking a shit in the back seat. He never paid me. I love Sundays. Hell I Love anytime I'm not stressing. Stress is going to kill me soon, or a passenger with a knife. Screw the world it's Monday. How is working the day shift anyway? And remember what I told you, take her to the zoo.

I drove a cop RCMP

The Blog. 101.
I've been writing notes on my log, notes that I should blog. Tonight I wrote down Cage the Elephant, Bum-Anus and phone sex. Lots more happened. Unfortunately I can't really tell you what Bum-Anus is about, I just wrote it down in the Log. Phone Sex is a great little story. Dude gets into my car and says "West end." Happy dude works the rigs. On the way to his house he gets a phone call. "Hello" Its his girlfriend. She wants to talk to him. He has to explain to her that he's in the car with the taxi driver and can't talk. He hangs up. He tells me "I've never met her in person but we've been having phone sex for six months. I've seen pictures, she has big boobs!" I was like "Wow" then I told him he should hook up with her in person. He said " I know." He tipped me 5$. Tonight was nice. Smooth. Good music. Cool. I'm trying to relax. I need to step back, writing the blog kind of intensifies the taxi ride. Tonight I was grumpy. I'm weening myself off of sugar and Slurpee's. Hard Core. Throw the skate board in the trunk. Get old gracefully while trying to succeed in today's world. I'm going to enjoy the summer. At five in the morning the sun's already showing his face. And the sun sets, I'll get one for you guys, a picture.