Alex SacK’s San Francisco TAXI: Rose’s 10 Commandments Passengers, Let’s take a ride… back to cab school! It’s, Taxi Driver: 101 (Music by Alex SacK. Much thanks to Christian Lewis, a.k.a “The Human Tripod” on camera & drums.) And please
Okay! Sold my Marshall JCM800 2×12 100 watt Lead combo guitar amp, without the suit coming direct from his job down in the Financial even haggling her price. Ten crisp, new hundreds, and five old twenties. This will do. I
Good Friday It’s been kind of a mind fuck driving a taxi around one of the richest cities in the country, San Francisco, these past seven years. Introspecting in the early morning, as bearing witness to exponentially more and more
Takin’ a side street this week, folks! Over the many long rides that we’ve shared together, you’ve read much ado regarding your driver’s introduction to this, um, “lively” street vocation, by way of cab school, of cab school teacher Rose,
Citizen’s Cab 1015 is driving me aimless across a ghostly quiet San Francisco predawn. There’s a nowadays rare fog (thanks, global warming) blanketing the Marina district down here. And KCSM 91.1FM – The Bay Area’s Jazz station – and Artie
It’s getting dangerous to take a ride in San Francisco these days, to be a passenger in Citizen’s Cab 1015… 9:30am: I’m rolling east up Market away from downtown, empty out of the Financial. No worries, though. I had a
Flashback this week, folks. To where this whole ride started… And excerpt from: San Francisco TAXI: A 1st Week in the ZEN life… (Book 1) —– 9am, and here I am a stone’s throw from 16th & Mission – junkie
Valentine’s Day (A delayed reaction.) 7:40am: I’m rolling west up Market fresh from a Financial drop. Well, semi-fresh. I’ve made it all the way up past Westfield Mall and am straddling the Loin, with all of its dregs. “TAXI!!!” SCREEEECH!
It would seem that this morning is “Friday lite,” as they say. “SLOW AS FUCK!!!” I would phrase it as, personally. I’ve been out cruising the streets of San Francisco in Citizen’s Cab 1015 since 4:20am, and I’ve only had
It’s 4:30 in the am, and Tony is sending me darting out of the office with an order up in Holly Park, a residential hood not far from the Citizen’s Cab lot out here at the edge of San Francisco.