There’s a nail in the wall. Well, no. Actually, it’s in a beam. Across the alley on my neighbor’s roof. I always liked that nail. Sticks out about three inches. It’s just so straight. So carefully hammered. With Love. Sometimes,
Thursday Pre-caffeine: Tupac’s working dispatch. I actually slept last night and believe I’m mentally strong enough this morn to risk an airport bribe with him. Once back in the office, I find Tupac taking an order on the phone. But
Venerable Passengers, It’s a boring ride this week, don’t read.You have better things to do with your time.It was A Slow Day Alex ——————————— Monday 4:45am: 137 is shopped. Milford throws me 221, the Prius I drove the week before
Friday 4:45am: I’m back in the Citizen’s office. Another scene surrounds Kojak at dispatch. He is again in rare form. Seems ‘ol Koj heard through the grapevine that I’m an amazing drummer, and he relays that back in the day,
Last Monday was a mental health/sleep day. I just couldn’t do it. Besides, you know, “center of the onion” and all… Tuesday It’s raining. It’s been a while, and it has been badly needed. Cattlemen and reservoir-keepers have been nervous
Monday ZZZzZZzZZzzzz… Too damn early: 137 – my Prius – is shopped, again. Milford throws me (medallion) 56, an Escape. I walk out to prep. I circle the cab checking for damage and tire air pressure and… her left front
Monday 4:15am: I’m back in the office at Citizen’s Cab. I didn’t save enough cash from the weekend for my usual “bank” of $50 – for change today – and I debate whether I should gamble a 5 on Kojak
Friday 4:45am: I roll in to Citizen’s, a ten in hand. Kojak’s been good to me with airports lately, although he makes a point of handing me whatever Citizen’s Cab biz card/receipt with the order written on it when no
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.