here's a milestone worth documenting. tonight as i was driving my cab in the wee hours of the night listening to CBC Radio 3, my ears perked up as i heard the familiar high hat intro to knock knock ginger's most popular recorded song, Virginia Black. Now i'm used to hearing it on ckms where there's a mandate to play new local music, but this was ( Read more... )

some interesting stuff goin on in cabbieland ( Read more... )

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i've currently got about $2300 in cold hard cash sitting in my closet. that's enough to buy an iMac. or a bunch of overpriced guitar pedals. or a quality theremin. or a sweeeeet bass amp, or an awesome 6 string bass. all of which i want. After much deliberation, I think I've decided to go with the iMac. i will have to spend another grand or ( Read more... )

hmmm, well, cabbying is going pretty well. for the most part. i had to kick a guy out of the cab on friday 'cause he was stupid drunk and calling me mean names, so i flexed my authority and booted the fucker out. business is getting busier now that schools in, so thats good. other than that, nothing too interesting has happened ( Read more... )

there musta been some crazy weed goin' 'round, 'cause a lotta crazy shit happened tonight on the town. first there was the torrential downpour, then some skinny white kid was walking around with an assault rifle. then 8 hours later the cops were still looking for him. then there were 2 huge parties right near paul's parents place that got shut ( Read more... )

my favourite shift yet, only 9 hours long and steadily moving, a few really long rides, a few big tips, kids who tipped me because I am cool (their words), and a guy who asked me for therapeutic advice, and really liked the advice I gave him. and I found a way to make the seat pretty comfy. And Little Steven played Surf City on his show. only ( Read more... )

the worst part of my shift today was having afwul lower back pain due to the uncomfy driver's seat in the new Toyota. I miss the Lincoln.

the best part of my shift today was seeing a bumper sticker that said "my other ride is your mom."

#1: this east african guy hope into the car at the bus station, and i can't understand a word he says. I figure it's his accent. i'm finally able to understand him enough to get him to basically where he wants to go, and realize along the way that he's totally fucked on ecstasy I figure, 'cause he's swaying back and forth and looking at me with ( Read more... )

day 4: nothing too spectacular, but i meet a woman who is the mother of a grade 8 classmate, a girl who knows andy magoffin, and a young metler who i met at phils a while back. i must have driven about 25 people to or from phils, and none of them puked! drove a woman to cambridge and made over $20 off that ride alone, drove one of the popular ( Read more... )