Tooth of Raj

4am: It’s raining. A rarity that – historically, at least – should become less rare as the San Francisco winter approaches. Aside from a couple of unusual monsoon days last winter though, I recall mostly beautiful summer-like days. San Francisco

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Ghosts

Tuesday 4:50am: Done yawning through the office/dispatch morning bribe ritual, I head to my cab, 561 again. 561 is not my normal Tuesday cab, but “normal” is N/A in this business. Anyway, she’s parked next to a Filipino driver who’s

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