It's a cryin shame

the video inspires ...... sadnessssssssssss, sometimes so does freedom. But I'm better off

I feel things changing......did to much to make you smile...time to do this by myself for me. Without those parts of my heart you busted...shit I trusted you. Now I know you. I'm better off.

This one really hits someone where it hurts! Fuck you and fuck her too!

the way you play your game ain't fair.......

IS actually sick in the head, but she knows that! Its all you baby, its all you!

this is the original, it's dirty, but so was my last relationship.....
I think I need therapy....
I think someone else needs way more help then me.
What a crazy world we live in.... I think I'm gonna start writing poetry!

LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Balalllla balas bbbabalas

This blog has always seemed to stay alive, when the fact of the matter is I no longer boot around in the taxi. I have a new job now and I'm also finishing my degree. Sometimes I look back at all the things I could have been. Then I laugh and realize that I love who I am. The blog won't die. There is to many others who have no where to go. No blog to write of their own. To those I say....."Drive a taxi and get a girl pregnant." Now we all know that the kids are going to follow my advice buy unfortunately the girl they knock up will probably have an abortion. Leading the young new taxi cab blogger to spiral into a river of unhappiness and possibly drug abuse.
When after a lifetime of self abuse he wakes to realize that he can no longer.....
fuck!
School start tomorrow I can't sleep.
I think this helped

I could have called you a bitch!

I finished the post

Exhale, aaah the rage inside is never going to go away is it? It has to be utilized in the right way. Like typing blog posts without looking at the keyboard. It's the focusing on the blog that intensifies the process causing the focus. The posts often have no direction when I start writing them. Sometimes its just my insecurities that gush out. I really have no reason to feel bad about anything. My fucking life is immaculate. I thank God for it. Not everyone understand that. I'm high strung and so attention deficit. It's the reason I exist. It gives me a spin. Not always in the right direction. I did my families laundry, and it made me a better person. To watch Pooh bear with my four year old and fold laundry. It was late but I let the light out past it's bed time and we talked and drew some pictures. When it was time to go to bed I opted to read the Bible. He opted to spaz and be a kid. I turned off the light said I love you and walked out. I started this post, he left his room and badgered me into reading him some good word. Then while I was reading it he made fun of me. I left. He fell asleep crying.

Jerk off to me assholes, eat shit...hehehe oh and if your dad pays for your school you won't blow it!!!

This is it, I love whats happening. I love knowing that most of the people I have to contend with are only around because I inspired them, Because of me the quality of their existence is higher. Edmonton artist are really rig pigs kids, meaning that they have everything given to them. They are never truly being original, because they have never done anything on their own, organically. Well there is the kids who take portraits of their parents. Recently I was approached by a model who accused me of shit talking on taxi talk. She said I even mentioned Jesus. She was correct in her accusations, what do you expect from a model who has.....never mind, I won't hurt her, but Some people just can't decide whether they are vein or brutal. I'm brutal. I'm ugly and I'm right. I rock. Not posting enough hate on the corporate side because I'm having fun growing as an artist. Watching all the sheep expand is pleasant. Bheee! fucking banjos. I'm really excited about pissing on the people who think they are hot. They're just vein empty thugs. Rig Pigs kids. I wounder what I would be like if my parents weren't immigrants. I can't imagine what my life would be like if I was a big truck driver getting my dick sucked by some empty headed bitch whose only doing it because she doesn't want me to leave her ten minutes away from her house, cause she is wearing heals. Fuck I fucking miss Taxi. Now that was a Job. Real, well what I'm doing is real, inspiring empty headed nothings who jerk each other off because they can't think of anything valid to blow it too. You really have to question this one....

Nausea on the bus and a concussion

I can remember being a pompous asshole at the dinner table that night, even though food was the last thing on my mind. I did try to eat, except it was to show off my excellent ability to use the cutlery. The night went on, we had the local ski instructors bring in a whole whack of booze. In the United states the legal age to drink is 21. I was 22, Jill was 20. Most of the student on the trip where somewhere in between. I drank Tequila that night and my room was the the place to be. Everyone was having a good time. I remember playing that Spanish tune on the Guitar. All the international students sang the lyrics. It was great. By the end of the night no one wanted to leave. Eventually the party died and only a couple of girls were left and some local guys. THe dudes were just hanging around hoping to see some action. I had a lady, and I was happy. I can remember being so drunk and belligerent that they almost kicked my ass. Thank God for Louise and Jill they got them out of the hotel room before I got to them. I talked so much shit that night, and for some reason Jill stuck around. I asked her to stay the night but she ditched my drunk ass. I fell asleep next to Louise my Spanish companion. He was so great! So full of "Passion!" I can remember waking up three hours later. Tweaked I guess and hung over, I couldn't sleep. I stumbled over to the bathroom, the clock on the wall said it was 8:00 am. I popped a couple of pills, took a shower brushed my teeth and went down to the chalet to drink some coffee and start to snowboard.

NYCTaxi your right...

During my 2005 spring semester in the university of Wisconsin Green Bay I found myself in love with a beautiful young blond, lets call her Jill. I met her on a skiing trip to Michigan. It was in the evening, we were all just coming back from a night of skiing. I was snowboarding. I remember the night. It was a gorgeous mid American night. So I remember the instant I met her, I jumped in the hot tub next to her friend. I hadn't done a good enough job rinsing myself off in the shower before getting into the water and the black lint from my sock came floating to the top of the water. Jill was the first to notice and she screamed in disgust. It was OK because my Spanish friend Louise jumped in right behind me and I felt confident enough to just splash the fabric out of our existence and mention that she was in the presence of a couple of super high class international students. Louise was from Spain, and I was Global. Most Americans initial impression of me was that I was American because Canadians and Americans are virtually the same race. I've lived in several different countries and speak many different languages, so that initial impression is easy to change when a foreign language comes rolling of my tongue. Jill and I hit it off instantly, I convinced her to to come up to my room after the hot tub. It was still early and we decided that we were going to throw a party. I had known her for about 45 minutes by the time I decided that i was going to let her know that I enjoy a massive stimulant prescription, she watched me swallow 50mg of speed and off we went, downstairs to the chalet.