It's not Gods fault it's yours

Satan Rocks the night away while eating your balls

I am a great writer, at least in my books. I'm an excellent cabby but I think I have to stop driving. No money. In the last two nights I've brought home 200$,(20hrs) rent for the taxi is 370$. I have Saturday and Sunday to make taxi rent and try to pay my bills. Not sure if it can be done. The corporate pigs of the world should burn. It's fate. I picked up a guy, my last fare. He remembered me and called me up, Thank God. The company only sent me four trips in the last two days. Four or five trips in two days is a joke. Well anyway the guy that was my last fare, I'm his favorite taxi driver. The first time I drove him he was with a woman in the back seat. She strung him along pullin his chain but didn't actually get him off. Well last night he called me from her apartment and guess what? She did it again. Left the poor guy to go home and jerk off. He likes her though. Tease. No fares last night. A few people called me. My personals will help me pay next weeks rent. I'm going to work the whole week all seven days next week. If I still can't make ends meet I'm out. Ill start collecting welfare until I get my student loans and I start school. Fuck paying huge rent fees so some corporate big wig rips off a bunch of mostly immigrant drivers. The company is no good and your safety is the last thing on their minds. I drove this metal head in this band Carrion Spirit he worshiped Satan. I thought that was cool. Worship Satan people cause God is acting like a bitch lately, sucking off the corporate giants. I think maybe he wants the world to end so he can fuck mother nature again and start all over from scratch. Pig. GOd is really a Dog. Woof. That's only half true God Is a good thing too I hope, you just have to have faith but faith don't actually pay the rent. Fuck the world my friends fuck this city.

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

Growing up is hard to do in these troubled times. You'd think. Not true. I drove a girl from high school. She sat down in the car during a Nirvana song, her and her boyfriend. I blasted it. Seeing kids from high school reminds me that I'm not a kid anymore. That chick was a woman. I have a kid, Fuck! I'm a man. Growing up. Sometimes I still feel like a kid, but once you have a kid you grow up. It changes things in a good way and a bad way. The good out ways the evil ten fold. Driving the taxi, I get to see people behaving like kids. Letting the inner demon out. I got to say "no one's partying. No one's really letting loose." It's a good thing and a bad thing. I need to go back to school. The night life is dry. No good stories. Lies! Tonight I drove a couple of kids that went to "Queen the tribute band." They said they were the youngsters, they tried to get the audience moving but the people just sat and stared. I drove them up too Stony Plain Road to pick up some rails and a bag-a-dank. They only had seven bucks. They made it to their destination singing "bicycles! bicycles!" Yeah cutting people deals, cause I got one call tonight. Oh a cop car pulled up to me after I dropped off a fare. I was parked in the right lane on Jasper ave, my hazards were on. The fare took a long time to pay. Whatever. He was the second person in the car in three hours. Joey's on 12st and Jasper. He gets out. Traffic honking at me. I tell the customer to stay safe. Then the SUV cruiser rushes up in the left hand lane and the guy sitting shot gun say's "you can't do that." I look over and the taxi loading zone has a Corvette sitting in it. I point. The cop looks at me, I ask "Can I go now?" then the chick cop driver proceeds and cuts me off in anger. I laugh and thank God I'd didn't get some bullshit ticket. I've never had a problem doing that I don't think its illegal. I'm so hooked on taxi.

I can't gamble I'm scared! fucking dirty addict

I gave another cabby the URL to taxitalk. Something I've never really done. Frustrated with the cost of rent. It's hard to make a living. WEll You can make a living but just barely. I'm not the only one out there I know. I like it though, challenging, mean. This new world. It would be cool to get to travel during this Global Crisis. I bet you'd get great service anywhere on the planet right now. Oh I had a chick puke in her purse. Totally punk rock sweetie. I saw the partition I'm gonna be getting. The new shield. Mmm. New change. Punk rock is comin soon. Walls don't stop shit. Walls stir shit up. Last night I drove two couples that worked in finance. They were both attractive couples. A mortgage is where it's at. Yeah I want to start a Union. Rent is too high. I get like ten calls a night from dispatch and only five or six of those trips pan out. I've been getting fares that don't have enough money. People with like eight bucks and it's a 25$ fare. I take the money and give them a card. Tell them to call me if they every win the lottery. I wonder if that's the ticket. I love driving the taxi. I want my own taxi. I wish I could ride around whenever I wanted. For Free. I know that's a stretch but I like it. There was some serious drinking and driving tonight. Prom season. I haven't had any graduates this year. Who the fuck graduates anyway? Oh yeah I talked to Danaye Maier from the Bear. She was a awesome. I could tell she was a nice person from the sound of her voice.

No not drunks!

Water log 436km

Last night was interesting. For the first time in a long time I had a fare that was vision impaired. She was an older women, but still a spry cat. She had the white cane. When I asked where she was going she said the name of a prominent strip club. I was in shock. I asked " what you gonna be doing there?" kinda surprised. She turned to me and said "My son owns the club and I'm looking after it while he's away on vacation." A blind woman looking after a dance club full of naked ladies. Cool! She was one of my fist fares. What made the night a little more interesting was the fare right after the woman with the cane, she was a women with a seeing eye dog. What are the chances? Two in a row. The dog was so sweet. He put his face up through the gap in the front seats and I petted his Golden Labrador face. Then the blind woman in the back seat scolded me a bite and said "you shouldn't touch the dogs when their wearing a harness." I apologized for touching her companion. There was money to be made last night. People were scarce though, long weekends have become really chill in the city. Lots of people leave so night time drunken traffic seemed down. Not that I didn't see any assholes on the road. There were a few accidents that I notice involving a head through a windshield. There was this one car I drove by last night. I was with a fare, the car was parked across the road. On the hill right underneath the Shaw Conference Center. Well as the fare and I passed the car we realized that someone was sleeping in the drivers side seat. Just passed out. I asked the fare if they minded if I stepped out on the road to take a photo of the rottenness. They were totally in. As I approached the car another man was also coming up the hill toward the car. He asked me "Who are you?" I said "the taxi driver" then proceeded to take a photo. I was able to snap one off of the situation before the guy told me "stop." He was dressed in plain cloths "I'm a cop with the EPS, go back to your car and leave this to me." He looked like a civilian but talked like a pig. I walked back to my car yelling " fuck, you have your work cut out for you guys and by the looks of things you're not doing the best job." I jumped back in the taxi and drove off to the North Side.

I made this for you because I stayed with my sick son last night Enjoy!

I got a phone call from the RCMPA
have you guys heard of them?
You guys I was interviewed by Venture Inc about maybe being their video guy
Please cross the fingers

MADD Canada the EPS thinks you suck

Where the fuck was she going?

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It's gonna be a long long time

As soon as I get in the cab these days I do my routine. I go circle the west end then move downtown. I gotta boot around like a little rocket man. University is gone. Nothing. That's a big deal. I'm gonna have to work it a little harder if I want to survive in this industry. It's like Mars out there, cold as hell. I love the cab. It's an addiction. One that's allowed me to see many walks of life. It's outer space. I picked my first fare up at the bus stop, 102 st and 82 ave south side of the street. He was hitchhiking. I pulled over and asked him " Where ya going?" He was an old dude, kind of a honky cat. Rig Pig, old enough to be my dad. "I need to find a Best Western. I'll get cash." I believed him, and right now it's worth the gamble. My car is running. I might as well try. We move up to 109st, the Safeway. He goes in and it was closed. The security guard followed him out. He got back in my car. I drove him to the Money Mart on Jasper and 108st. Someone named Daniel sent him the Money order, think he said it was his older brother. While he was getting cash, a bum came up to the taxi. I was right there on the corner of the street. He asked me for Money. I told him "I'm trying to get paid by a hitchhiking crack head rig pig that's sleeping in the Strat and fucking hookers." The bum laughed and that Elephant band Turned on the radio, it was a good Boarder song for us. We listened to it. The rig pig came back. He had 50$. He told me that Saturday nights for fighting, he said " Yesterday I blew 4800$." Then he said "when you come back from workin you gotta let loose." I told him smoking crack with Hookers is worse then dancing the crocodile rock. Fuck! I let him off at the corner of Gateway boulevard and 83ave. Told him to get a pack of smokes and go to bed . Buy breakfast in the morning and get on the bus to fort mac." He gave me 20$, said he'd give me ten but that would leave him with 40$. That's what he needs to buy a piece. He took off. Goodbye yellow brick road. That dude was a hit in the dark, a candle in the wind. I got 20 bucks. That's a hustle. Then I drove this 19 year old loner transient Australian kid who told me "Mike Patton A Perfect Twist that's your song." Times are tight but nothing beats driving the Sunday night. Things are gonna get better, you know I read it in a magazine. Maybe its about time I pop a Benny and take off on a Jet. I won't let the Sun go down on me. Not today. Maybe it'll be nice and I can get a tan. Imagine. Oh imagine this, Rig pig dude picking up cigarette butts off the ground in the same spot I dropped him off two hours earlier. I pulled up and asked "you bought a 30$ piece right?" He looked up and smiled this shit eating grin. Nicotine can be picked up off the streets.