Tuesday I roll-in to Citizen’s around 4:30am, and pass a pretty impressively burned-out 130 – Prius in the lot with all her seats melted down to their metal frames and the windows smashed out. Wonder if he and/or they lived?
Tuesday 4:20am: “Bloo-DoDo-Bloo-DingDing… Bloo-DoDo-Bloo-DingDing… Bloo-DoDo-Bloo-DingDing…” I changed my iPhone alarm-tone to the generic Apple-supplied Harp one. I can never listen to Japanese flute again. It would seem I’d stuck with that particular custom tone for about six months too many.
Coming in to work this morning I ponder something Christian told me. He said the other day someone shit on the floor of Citizen’s bathroom… again. And now drivers have to get a key from the office to use it.
Didn’t work Monday. I didn’t sleep well Sunday night and was consequently feeling too mental to drive. Oh, well. I got my tax return. Rent and bills are paid. Although, I do have a couple hundred more to go to
When we last left our anti-hero, Alex was waiting outside of “Courtroom B” along with a host of other of San Francisco’s traffic offenders, and he had just made it in time… Will the cop show? 9:30am: Us dregs all
It’s Tuesday. I have traffic court today and I’ve been stressed about it for about a year now. It’s all about the points. Oh, was I remiss in relaying that I was pulled over by a motorcycle cop about a
Thursday 2:35pm: I found a spot… Last Friday, I figured I’d check out the Financial for my last ride of the day, maybe score a day tripper headed to SFO. Don’t know why I stopped checking, but I used to
Martin Luther King, Jr. Day Monday 2:30am: ZZzzZzZZzz… “Chime!” Christian IMs me that Citizen’s Cab fired Barn the dispatcher. “The end of an era,” he thumbs. Barney’s been an office guy/dispatcher at Citizen’s Cab for 9 years. Hmm. Wonder if
Friday This morning I got 2969, an Escape spare. Well, the clock works… Ok. And some driver left a Butthole Surfers CD in the radio. Sweet! I didn’t get to see my first Butthole Surfers show. It was ’89 at