Treading Water.

I talked to Tony today, it was nice. He was waiting for a flag on Whyte and Gateway. Just sitting there. He's been in the same cab since the attack, he say's the weekends are getting good. Recessions suck, but if the cabbies are starting to break even then maybe things are looking up in the world. That wasn't what we talked about. I talked about myself. I want to ask Tony to let me take his photo. I can see him in it now. He is in the taxi and I am looking in. I told him about the medical and the expense of it, he too did not know about the increase of price. "It's to make money!" He said. It's so fucking true. "Weekends are looking good" he said. I miss the taxi and the knowledge it fed me day in and day out. the stories that could be told with such transparency that everyone could indulge in a witnesses rendition of someone getting his dick sucked in the back seat, or a picture perfect paragraph that defined what it felt like to watch a man drive himself to the hospital with a slashed throat. With the 15 year old assailant still in the back seat. I talked to Tony today and I miss driving the taxi, and I think about keeping my license. Things are no longer able to be as transparent as I want them to be. I can't seem to find myself in the position of a fly on the wall anymore. I miss that, because I would always buzz into the conversation and put in my own two cents. A portrait of Tony would mean a lot to me. It is a goal that I have set for myself, for a long time I've wanted to do it, but whenever the possibility arises I chicken out and talk about myself. FUck, I miss driving the taxi, the open road and the late night. The late late night. Fuck I'm beginning to feel like the 9 to fiver, I'm not though, but I get sleepy late at night, and I like to got to bed early sometimes now........haha yeah right, The weekends are getting good and life is getting better and better, and yeah I'll miss the taxi, but that's a good part of life. I can see him in that picture, I can see right through, and one day I'll give it plain and simply to you!

Cause I have a set of booster cables for a truck!

Taking care of business and working over time. the Fights were a success, the haters were trampled, but yet the fight continues, the dance between my black and white, blue and red, green and ..... i don't know is still vibrant in my eye's. I didn't go to work after the fights. No I was hanging with the official sponsor so I got to be help in high regard at all the after party's. Got to hang with fighters, the dude from North Carolina winked at me during his fight. He was strangling his competition, smashing his head in when he took a moment of of his busy schedule and gave me a little smile and wink. Ahhh those fucking massive bastards. There was this after party in the North side, it called to me. I usually don't go to clubs to party but I've been feeling a little out of place wherever I go so I went to the North side. Fuck what a sketchy place Edmontons north side is. At least they let people do drugs in the bars. Right! Whatever. So, the fighter that smiled at m, he was at the after party looking just as out of place as I was, except neither of us cared. He won, and I shot it. We were both were we wanted to be, no not out of place, but were we wanted to be in life. I know I'm gonna find things uncomfortable but that's ok, I am not one of those others, sure I yurn for that stuff but I'm not one of them. I'm happy bout that. And that is pivotal, that fighter smiled at me while some guy was legally trying to bust his head in. Wow what a night, well it was all worth it, there were lots of distractions from the every day, and i didn't take them, I'm gonna deal with the everyday with the biggest fucking smile you've ever seen, and I won't lower myself to the sheep standard. I'm gonna truck along!!!

I can't believe there is a wart on my soul!

Bombs away...

SO today is another monster, I am hoping this is going to be the day I have a really good time, I wanna laugh, I wanna play,I wanna work hard. There is many events happening this weekend. I'm officially a photographer for a big sponsorship. If I can get some cool pics of the fight I'll do well. There is also the boys acac national soccer game, then our girls, who won nationals last year. Then there is me going to shoot it all. Weigh ins are today at west ed. I've already shot at west ed. Killer. I have the telephoto, there is also this wide angle in the bag.....ha haha. It'll probably be used for some of the fights, I rented another speedy zoomer too. I'll be fine. But wait you guys this is just the start of the corporate sponsorships, there is going to be more and more, and no this is not to sell my soul, this is to send my Sun to a private school, so I don't feel like a white trash chump. Fuck we all know that I've had enough exposure to good old white trash and I emphasis the words old white trash... There is opportunity out there, and it is hard to find, or you have to undertake hours of painful something to get it. But that's life, I worked hard to get what I have, especially things like the wide lenses and the lap top computers, I want out, I'll do whatever it takes. Except kill anyone's dream, well unless their dreams involve my destruction, then fuck them, I'm on top of it. I'm going to make it.Ok. here we go....

The days are getting shorter, the nights are growing longer. Sometimes I miss driving the cab, the nights the sunsets and rises. The streets the road the people. I renewed my license a couple of months ago and I was told i needed a medical to have the class4 stamped on my piece of ID. The medical is pretty expensive these days. Funny how 5 years ago when I first got the license my doctor just gave me the medical for free. Not no more, I decided I didn't want it, I don't think I'm going to be a professional driver right now, well till I have officially given up on what really matters to my soul. Speaking of souls, while I was at the ............

You can harvest it! But if you don't .........

So I picked a rotten apple and ate it!
I chose it, it was mine to eat!
I could not see that it was that tree, I could not see
her tree deceived me!
She asked me to taste it, I embarrassed it, I felt it.
I ate it and I fell for it, it's the state of it.
What's in for me, she still stands there picking at his tree.
The apple he has presented is still hanging waiting for me,
forsaken me.
I laid wide eyed the other night, remembering the snake-like awakening
you raised in me. Why wasn't there any forgiveness, because you
ran form yourself, in fear of the creature you honor.
So now you scrape your belly, along the new wall,
rereading media that excepts you in your nasty fall.
You were alone together, you are alone forever.


...........

Hey MOther Fuckers!

Rock On!

400 pounds, dreaming of you!

The seasons are changing. My mind is different every once in a while. Still drudging through school. (Not True) School is cool. I am having a few problems, but once they are done I just slip into english class and listen to my Prof read the waste land by eliot. Fragments on life that represent the non believer, the empty. What the world is to those who don't "know". My life is what it is and I'm lucky to have it. I've won some and I've lost lots. I tried and I always play hard. I've had the sun in the palm of my hands and I've watched him grow. I've been in Love and felt the pain of it put me in my place. I hate being alone. I need to be alone. I am alone. I have what I know, I have my family to help nourish me and grow. I wish I could tell stories about my life again. Without taxitalk there is very little real blurred mean content available to me. Fuck late night record shops......Stop your surrounded! Im a conditioned dog who wants you to ring the bell. What to think about. Man music inspires. I should go back to bed and let all those hatters win. Fuck that, I have the dream, but where the hell has all the love gone. Who cares...... Funnnnnnn.


My mom is over... she cooked fish for supper the other day.
I guess when I went to school yesterday My jacket smelled like fish. I stunk. But I found a tutor. Even though i stunk like ffffffish, Fuck! Moms never change you know!

Yeah.

Now I understand that situations like this might not cause you to go out and get a Job driving taxi. But I'm not here to persuade you to drive taxi, I wanna reveal to you the Joys of Blogging online. Introduce you to a world that is ultimately created controlled and manipulated by you.

I know, I understand, it's hard to expose yourself in front of the world. But the purpose of the blog is to expose others to your ideas, ideals, and views. The difficulty of a blog is creating quality content consistently.


But if you can produce work that has the ability to captivate an audience online, and you intend on excelling in your field, a blog is a must. Being on the cutting edge is key to succeeding in any industry, creating content that is exposed to people forces the author to optimize and perfect the process, Exposing your work allows others to point out your weaknesses and praise your strengths. THe internet has a tendency to first offer a lot of criticism, so as a blogger be prepared to get a thick skin.

things can always move in a direction that's positive!

CBC
I enjoy being out there. And I enjoyed being a part of something real.
The cool thing about the taxi was it was a consistent source of new content. The key to success of any blog is the authors diligence to putting him or herself out there and actually devoting themselves to ensuring that there is another post every morning for his or her audience. The best part of writing the blog was the drive it gave me to get up and go to work. It was a productive cycle that changed the way I thought about what I want to do with my life.

So which one of you has something to say?
Who here already writes a blog, how big is your presence online. How do you want to influence the world?


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Mean streets

first night

Mine!!

SO there is things you just don't get over. You learn to cope with, to get better at, to overcome. You don't just drop into this world ready to kick ass, we're all dropped here naked, scared, cold and wet. I miss something........ but that's ok I'm moving along. I talked to Tony, the cabbie I followed after that fifteen year old cut his throat in the taxi. He's still driving. What a guy, cool as fuck, still behind the wheel of a Hack. I also talked to on of my Polish day cabby buddies, he said business is slow. As usual. Day drivers can never catch a break. Who knows maybe one day the whole world with have a bus schedule and cabbies will be obsolete. I'll never forget being a driver, I can't wait to do it for fun when I'm rich and famous. That is if I ever find the time..... The world is so