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some interesting stuff goin on in cabbieland.
picked up a coupla young guys from Roxanne's, and they were very obviously on coke, blowing up at each other constantly then making up immediately, talking really fast, and talking about getting $100 worth of "shit". got to an apartment building where the one guy said he was going upstairs to have a quick screw with a gal, so the other guy stayed in the car with me, we had a smoke, and he told me that he makes $185000 a year, so i asked him what he does, he says he inherited his dad's business, i ask him what he does, he pauses, then says "exporting". i inquire no further.
picked up five germans from the schwaben club, after a police officer asked me if i could take 5 passengers, i said "isn't it against the law (without the sixth seat belt)?" he said something to the effect of as long as you've got 3 seat belts in the back then you can squeeze in a fourth. the reason why the cop was there was because the one guy was so drunk that his body was completely limp. he could talk, but had absolutely zero muscle control. he remimded me of gumby.
got my first $100 bill. unfortunately i had to give away 4 twenties as change.
drove a coupla thirtysomething girls from the hospital to a house on Krug st. i notice a cop car parked a few doors up with his lights off. i drop them off, leave to get another call, then see a cop with lights flashing chase behind me. i pull over, he stops behind me. normally when you get pulled over for doing something wrong the cop will sit in his/her car a few minutes, checking you licence plate and all. instead he got out right away, which made me think shit was gonna go down with a gun in my face, but he strolled up slowly, so i figured all was fine. he asked me why i didn't stop at the stop sign. of course the reason is because i almost came to a stop, just not a complete stop, but being 4am, it really wasn't necessary since i took a good look, and of course time is money, so there's really no need to come to a complete stop, just like there's no need to wait for a light to turn green if there's absolutely nobody around, other than to keep us citizens in line, living by the book, on a leash. But of course I don't bother to explain all that, i just say something like oops i guess i didn't fully stop. but then he gets to the real point and asks me what i was doing at that house. i tell him i dropped off a couple of bitches. altho i didn't really say bitches. he asks me if they were hookers or in on the drug trade. i'm caught totally off guard and reply "uhh uhh mmm wha umm not that i know of" or something like that. he asks me for a description of them and where they went, and then tells me to "make those stops" and then leaves.
all is swell.
picked up a coupla young guys from Roxanne's, and they were very obviously on coke, blowing up at each other constantly then making up immediately, talking really fast, and talking about getting $100 worth of "shit". got to an apartment building where the one guy said he was going upstairs to have a quick screw with a gal, so the other guy stayed in the car with me, we had a smoke, and he told me that he makes $185000 a year, so i asked him what he does, he says he inherited his dad's business, i ask him what he does, he pauses, then says "exporting". i inquire no further.
picked up five germans from the schwaben club, after a police officer asked me if i could take 5 passengers, i said "isn't it against the law (without the sixth seat belt)?" he said something to the effect of as long as you've got 3 seat belts in the back then you can squeeze in a fourth. the reason why the cop was there was because the one guy was so drunk that his body was completely limp. he could talk, but had absolutely zero muscle control. he remimded me of gumby.
got my first $100 bill. unfortunately i had to give away 4 twenties as change.
drove a coupla thirtysomething girls from the hospital to a house on Krug st. i notice a cop car parked a few doors up with his lights off. i drop them off, leave to get another call, then see a cop with lights flashing chase behind me. i pull over, he stops behind me. normally when you get pulled over for doing something wrong the cop will sit in his/her car a few minutes, checking you licence plate and all. instead he got out right away, which made me think shit was gonna go down with a gun in my face, but he strolled up slowly, so i figured all was fine. he asked me why i didn't stop at the stop sign. of course the reason is because i almost came to a stop, just not a complete stop, but being 4am, it really wasn't necessary since i took a good look, and of course time is money, so there's really no need to come to a complete stop, just like there's no need to wait for a light to turn green if there's absolutely nobody around, other than to keep us citizens in line, living by the book, on a leash. But of course I don't bother to explain all that, i just say something like oops i guess i didn't fully stop. but then he gets to the real point and asks me what i was doing at that house. i tell him i dropped off a couple of bitches. altho i didn't really say bitches. he asks me if they were hookers or in on the drug trade. i'm caught totally off guard and reply "uhh uhh mmm wha umm not that i know of" or something like that. he asks me for a description of them and where they went, and then tells me to "make those stops" and then leaves.
all is swell.