Cabbie Guilt

I’ve been having some weird sepia-tone dreams this past week. They’ve all involved escaping from one or some other long, drawn-out, violent and bloody urban drama. I don’t know if it’s the sickness I slogged through (which kept me home

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Urine the Taxi Biz?

It’s Wednesday, my day off. But, I still have some taxi business to take care of. You see, a couple weeks ago I made a doctor’s appointment with California Pacific Medical Center; 45 Castro. Actually, it’s more of a “medical”

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Black is Beautiful

Thanks for indulging your driver with last week’s detour, folks! Now, it’s back to our regularly scheduled ride… Christian – night cabbie, best friend and Spermula band mate, called me late last night with some juicy gossip. (Actually, 4am is

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The Bulb

Things are chill, at present. It’s Father’s Day. The TV is off. And the boy is away at Boy Scout camp. I’m just laying around, horizontal on the couch, staring at a bare light bulb that’s housed in my kitchen

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Call 911!

I have a theory, about why San Francisco is so… unhinged. When I lived back east, you would commonly come across a guy on the streets of the Lower East Side wearing a strung together suit of empty plastic water

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Sirius Martyr

Tuesday 5:15am: Crooks, the disgraced ex-cab driver who lost his A-card after getting busted committing Paratransit fraud by keeping passenger’s cards and later swiping fake rides – who has since been driving for Uber, is back in the Citizen’s Cab

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