Taxitruth

T.A.X….I Screw you You screw me

taxitruth — Sun, 26 Jul 2009 13:27:00 +0000

Photo By Bryan Birtles
My first fare was from the Ramada. Next to the Indy Race track. She was one of those women that liked to hang around the track watching all the guys strut their stuff without their shirts on. She was a hot chick. Tipped really well. After that nothing. Well I got a delivery from a continuing care center. Nutrient or something for older folks that can’t chew. When I got to the Nursing home the delivery turned sour. I went Voice to try to get the number of the center to call because there was no one who answered the door bell. I rang it a few times then realized that it was late enough to possibly be disturbing an older persons sleep. I went back to the car. Still no answer from dispatch. I got frustrated about five minutes into the wait. I called Barrel, I was put on hold for another four or five minutes. The Nutrient was sitting in front of the door next to the door bell. A call taker answered my call. I asked her what was going on. I interrogated her. I wanted her to tell me why the dispatch unit isn’t answering my voice requests, why I couldn’t hear them over the Radio. I wanted to know why I was put on hold for five minutes but I’m averaging six or seven calls a Night. I wanted her to answer. If I was up in that office I’d fucking know everything. No one there “knows” anything about the fact that money is non existent. She hung up on me. Two minutes later a Continuing care lady took the Nutrient in through the doors. I ran up to meet her. I’d been there for a long time. Right as I got through the door though I got a call from the dispatcher. He was pissed with me. Said I was hassling the call taker, he was right. The guy yelling at me was my favorite dispatcher. They fucked up tonight. Not the call taker. Tonight I had a ride along. A dude from the View Magazine. We more or less drove around trying to find a flag. They were non existent. The Indy wasn’t what it was panned out to be but there was definitely some cool shit. Unfortunately no one needed a taxi. I bitched about my Love for the taxi and how I was having trouble giving it up. I’m addicted you know. FUck! We found a few fares. Three I think and I made 60$ in those three hours. Last night was one of the busiest nights of the year and it died before it was born. What a bastard. We did have this one fare. A bunch of Quebecois. Crazy. They were with this chick. Well Nirvana started playing on the radio and we all had a crazy sing along. It was spectacular. I’ve kinda of given up hope of continuing driving, but like I said I’m addicted.

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Happy to have had a few good Fares

taxitruth — Sat, 25 Jul 2009 12:12:00 +0000

The night was eventful. Not financially but it was a fantastic night. Warm and all that junk. I miss making a living. I can’t support myself as a cabby. I don’t make enough cash to pay rent anymore. I’m using my savings this month. There goes the Camera I’ve been saving for. Who cares? I can do anything I want with the equipment I got. The fares? oh yeah. Tonight I had this bitchy teacher. She teaches kindergarten kids in Hobbema. Hard core hey? She was mean, I liked her. You could tell she was a good teacher. There was a few guys who liked me so much they said “You should manage my brothers band, he lives in Calgary.” They were serious. I told them to give me a call. The drunk drivers were out in full force. One after another just cruising around not a cop in site to stop them. Oh I did see a bunch off EPS investigating a crash where a tiny car hit a Grey Hound. Everyone lived. I drove a band The Apresnos, they were the nicest kids I could have had in the Taxi. God bless you bastard musicians. I only say this because I also trapped a member of Ten Second Epic in the back of the cab. I locked him in and tried to close the window but the mother fucker was to strong and he clawed his way through the window. The only way I was able to stop him was through his stomach. I threw a box of Taquitos at him and by the time he was done we were at his house. Where he got out and announced to the world “it’s my twenty fifth birthday.” Getting a rock star at the end of a slow night is exhilarating. God Bless that animal. God Bless the world, man we need it.

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Blow it bitch.

taxitruth — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 11:41:00 +0000

I work in an industry that involves sex. Yes Sex! Last night as I was dutifully making my awful rounds around the dead city of Edmonton I stumbled upon a group of two. They were a couple, the girl was wearing a bra and the guy looked like the average thug rig pig. The girls clothing was provocative but she looked kept. Like she wasn’t a street walker. She was actually very attractive. When they got in the car I mentioned how lucky I was to get the half naked woman. The guy wasn’t in the mood to chat he said “Sherwood Park, take Baseline!” and then the two started humping. Dry at first but it progressed into intercourse I’m pretty sure. I was trying to keep to myself even though the cab ride was gonna last at least 20minutes. The girl was already half naked when she got in. The two went at it hard, I just kept the music loud. At a certain point (Baseline and 17st) I believe the girl went down on the guy for a good skull fucking. Couldn’t see anything because of the shield but I could tell because of the repetitive knocking against the metal wall that stands between me and the fare. When we entered Sherwood Park I asked for a more specific address. I got no answer so I just kept going , until Sherwood Park ran out. Then the guy told me where to go. I asked “did you guys make a mess.” The girl said “we didn’t even do anything. Got a lighter?” I had matches. They both sat there and smoked. I made 60$ off that ride whatever they did in the back seat was worth it cause 60$ is a very good rate in these times. One of my last fares was this girl, 18. Young and dumb. About half way through the ride she realized I’m a cool guy and she doesn’t want to run on me but she has no money. She was going to party with some guys . I said “the guys will give you cash, you’re the only girl at the party right?” She said ” I am the only girl at the party, do you think they’ll give me cash.” I said “Yes.” I also thought to myself “you’re gonna have to suck some cock for it.” She was kind of that type of person. The type that ends up on the curb at the end of the night because she sucked the guys off to keep her at the party, not for the cash to go home. Harsh….

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Law Enforcement at it’s best

taxitruth — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 11:31:00 +0000

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Law Enforcement at it’s best

taxitruth — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 11:31:00 +0000

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Law Enforcment at it’s best

taxitruth — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 11:31:00 +0000

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Fuckmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!Smash

taxitruth — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 10:56:00 +0000

The designer is ready to move the fuck on. Just get his shit together and eat lunch. La Shish did it. 118st and Jasper ave. Try it. I picked up a couple of people. Four fares. Two were Philipinos, Great fares. Chilling night, literally cold. Yeah the high light was Lebanese food, rice, chicken, humus, garlic dip, pitas Salad and HotPepers for a reasonable price. I treated myself, I shouldn’t have. The job isn’t letting me. I’m so broke ass. I did it to myself, I fell in love with Taxi. A dead beat job in a bunk economy, but fuck when times were good the machine could bring in the income. Nothing Glamorise, but it was a flexible job. You’re your own boss. I’m going back to school. School is awesome. I can’t wait. I wonder if it’s going to rejuvenate my appreciation of existence. I know it’s all about jumping through hoops. Like a dog. I hear the Fashion industry feels a lot like… Fashion photography would be cool. All you need is a massive flash. Life is good though, real nice, you know like when you can put your hand outside the window of you speeding car. The feeling of the wind through your finger wind running up your arm and onto your face and shoulders. Nice. Edmonton is great right now. God gave this city a little slap in the face with that storm. Yes sir, but the city is great, the trees ah. Music and all that shit. Nothing beats it. Oh other then the open highway. Who dosen’t love the highway.

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Fuckmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!Smash

taxitruth — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 10:56:00 +0000

The designer is ready to move the fuck on. Just get his shit together and eat lunch. La Shish did it. 118st and Jasper ave. Try it. I picked up a couple of people. Four fares. Two were Philipinos, Great fares. Chilling night, literally cold. Yeah the high light was Lebanese food, rice, chicken, humus, garlic dip, pitas Salad and HotPepers for a reasonable price. I treated myself, I shouldn’t have. The job isn’t letting me. I’m so broke ass. I did it to myself, I fell in love with Taxi. A dead beat job in a bunk economy, but fuck when time are good the machine can bring in the income. Nothing Glamorise, but it was a flexible job. You’re your own boss. I’m going back to school. School is awesome. I can’t wait. I wonder if it’s going to rejuvenate my appreciation of existence. I know it’s all about jumping through hoops. Like a dog. I hear the Fashion industry feels a lot like… Fashion photography would be cool. All you need is a massive flash. Life is good though, real nice, you know like when you can put your hand outside the window of you speeding car. The feeling of the wind through your finger wind running up your arm and onto your face and shoulders. Nice. Edmonton is great right now. God gave this city a little slap in the face with that storm. Yes sir, but the city is great, the trees ah. Music and all that shit. Nothing beats it. Oh other then the open highway. Who dosen’t love the highway.

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Baseball talk is cheap. lets talk Sex

taxitruth — Sun, 19 Jul 2009 12:53:00 +0000

Last night there was an incredible storm. A storm like I’ve never seen in Edmonton. Tornado style but without the tornado. Almost the entire city was blacked out. The whole east side was black. Creepy but cool. At a certain point during the storm the taxi was being pelted by hail so big I thought the widows were going to burst. The night was filled with spectacularly massive lightning bolts ripping through the air. Trees were smashing to the ground all over the place. No joke. Trees were breaking in half. Bus stops were thrown into the middle of the street. People were forced to seek cover, people managed to get into my taxi. I managed to make a few bucks last night. Nothing incredible but enough to at least pay rent for another week of taxi driving. Sonic 102.9 has been playing the 90′s weekend so all the music on the radio is awesome. I had a couple of dudes in my car that were ticketed for jay walking. They said “oil city was starting to get violent. We needed to move away from the chaos. So we crossed the road.” the guy told me that the female officers stole everything in his wallet while looking for his ID. The storm kinda screwed up one of my photo shoots. All of Whyte ave was blacked out for the whole night. Police were forced to control traffic. They were pretty good at it. They had their hands full with lutters. The night went by fast, I think it’s because I really like taking the photos. I had to go to a huge club in West ed. The place was big. The decor was very nice, but the patrons were snobs. Many of the boys in that club were jealous I was taking pictures of hot chicks. Next week is going to be good I think, there are so many fucking festivals going on. Oh and next Wednesday a reporter from View magazine is going to interview me. I can’t wait to speak my mind. Rock on kids.
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Baseball talk is cheap. lets talk Sex

taxitruth — Sun, 19 Jul 2009 12:53:00 +0000

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Mark. has hit his spot HARD

taxitruth — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 12:15:00 +0000

O.k guys I don’t have the job yet because the company hasn’t created the position. I wish I had the job. I need it. I made 105$ tonight. So thus far I’ve made 305$ since Wednesday. Meaning that I still have 65$ left to make before I break even. Remember I need 370$ just to rent the cab. So tomorrow if I make 100$ I’ll be up 30$ for myself. Making 30$ in four days of work is like being a slave. I might as well be unemployed. Last night I got a call to Riverbend. A very rich area. The house was so hard to find, when I found it no one was home. I called dispatch to bitch. The dispatcher said he just spoke with the girl and she accidentally gave the company her old address. I told the dispatcher to black list her. He told me to go pick her up at her new address. You know kids with money don’t care about much. They certainly didn’t care that wasting my time like that kept me from making a living. Nether did the dispatcher. No one cares. I witnessed drama tonight I don’t even want to talk about. It scared me and it wasted my time. None of the cabbies made any money last night. Who cares? Fuck I’m gonna eat shit and die. Poor. Oh but I did get to take some photos for a local bar. It rocked because I began to experiment with human subjects. Even though I don’t have the best equipment, I’m going to become the best photographer in the city. People are gonna pay me to do what I love. I just know it. I just fucking know it.

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I might have a new job

taxitruth — Fri, 17 Jul 2009 12:09:00 +0000

So I went to see the boss about the deactivation of my account. The boss took a look at my file and said “your record is clean. No client has ever complained, but dispatch has asked me to tell you to stop telling them how you feel about their work” I went nuts. I couldn’t believe that I was called into the office because I speak my mind to the dispatchers. I tell them what’s going on on the streets. If I get a call to a public place I tell them that I won’t even try to get the person unless the call taker included the clients phone number. “No number then I’m not going” I say. The boss liked what I was saying. I told him bout the blog. I even mentioned the CBC bit I produced with Scott Fralik. The boss was happy to hear I was so passionate about the job. Then I told him about the speech and the Vehicle for hire commission. I told him about how I use my camera to protect myself. I told him about the cops and how they jerk off. I told him all this in a frenzy. I went to visit him yesterday morning. Right after I came back from the hospital. I told him about the girl I drove on Thursday morning. He had no idea about most of my issues. He had no Idea that the drivers at night can’s survive. He listened to me. Then he offered me a new position. A position that would let me use all my angry revenge talents. He told me that the company is trying to put eight more positions in the budget. He said “we want supervisors, we want someone like you.”

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I might get fired

taxitruth — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 13:41:00 +0000

So what happened. Well as I tried to log onto the system in the taxi I got a message saying this ID is inactive. I thought for sure I wasn’t going to work. Right as I was going to drive my own car home the owner of the taxi pulled up. I told him “if I don’t work tonight, I won’t pay rent.” He called management and Bam! I was back. The night was empty. Rotten, slow, awful. I resent life on these recession streets. I’m broke. I have no money. I have been paying to drive a taxi. I work to work. My life is as of right now officially over. Well I love to drive so I keep it up. I kept it up until 3:30 am. that’s when I got a flag. My third fare of the night. As she got closer I saw the tears flowing down her face. She was scared, she was beaten, and as she sat down in the seat next to me I knew she had been raped. I asked “were you assaulted?” She just kept crying. She cried and cried. Her face was a mess. Tears, snot spite and pain were all I could see. She was raped. I’d seen this before. She kept saying it was her fault, she’s twenty five she should know better. I knew how she was going to react to my next question but I asked anyway “we going to the hospital?” She just put her head in her lap and cried harder. She said “take me home, I have money, please just take me home.” I said I would. On the way to her place I stopped and bought her a pack of smokes. She wanted to smoke. Even though I’m flat broke I took care of her. I wanted her to go to the hospital. She was raped. She insisted I drive her home. I knew from past experience that the police weren’t even an option. Victims in her position never want to be violated by pigs. Somehow I convinced her to go to the hospital. She said”I’ll go but come with me.” I promised her I would stay as long as she wanted me to stay. I sat in the waiting room with her. The nurses thought it was strange. We talked about our lives in that room. She calmed down in that room. She kept insisting there was nothing that could be done. I just stared at her. I knew this would make both of us feel better. The first time a girl got in my cab after being raped I fucked up I said “lets go to the police, lets get the predator.” She said “take me home.’ The police are intimidating the hospital is safe. When the special nurse came to preform the “Rape kit” I stepped out. The girl wanted me to stay in the waiting room. I stayed. Security thought that was strange, the guards even asked me to leave. I told them i promised her I’d stay, they said “It’s gonna take hours, you should go home.” I told them I was going to stay. When they finished the tests and stuff she was given pills and sent on her marry way. The police were not called. She decided that it wasn’t worth it. She was scared and I bet she felt guilty. Scary. There is a rapist sleeping in the Days Inn downtown drunk and ready to rape tomorrow. I hope he dies. After the hospital I took her to McDonald’s to get some liquid to swallow the pills. They were big. I bought her breakfast and drove her home. She gave me her number I gave her the blog URL. I hope we see each other again because we had a strange connection, and we both lived through some serious trauma together. I was scared too. I don’t want to drive cab anymore.

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Staby staby

taxitruth — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 12:32:00 +0000

Tonight was crazy. While sitting outside the 711 on Stony plain road and 154st I watched a man jump over my hood. The man had just run across the street, he had been stabbed by a group of gang members that were hot on his trail. The victim ran into the 711. The gangsters followed him inside and stabbed him. On security camera I guess. I called 911 because as I watched the incident unfold the clerk in the 711 just kept cashing. Customers service is more important to the Filipino clerk then a man dying on his stores floor. As I talked to 911 I explained where the gangsters were going, I tried to give the dispatcher a description of the assailant but the guy on the other end of the line hung up on me. The cops showed up about 10minutes later. There were several women cops and I noticed lots of pettign and giggling betweent the the boy cops and the girl cops while they waited for the wounded mans ambulance. I don’t think female cops can do what a man can do. Just like I don’t think a women could drive a cab in Edmonton at night. There isin’t any women driving cab at night in Edmonton because it’s just something that a man should do. Jesus knows how dangerous these jobs are. I also had a young woman offer to smoke a joint with me. I said “no” but sure did appreciate the offer she paid me way to well. Here is a video about hating the corporate pig.

and here is the link to the photos I shot this weekend ClubZone

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Bigger then it should be on me

taxitruth — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 11:56:00 +0000

Tonight was another photo night. I drove the taxi from 7pm till 9pm. In those two hours I made 20$. Jack shit. After that I drove myself down to Woolly Bullies. There I shot the party. UFC was on pay per view. Everyone in the city was interested in it. I don’t like watching the fights, it’s just not my thing. After that I proceeded to two other clubs, also to shot photos. It was great. As soon as I got back in my taxi I got a call from an old regular. She lives on the north side. I’m not sure why, but she gave me a tremendous tip. The type of tip you thank God for, but this girl is kind of a Satanist. Cool chick. She knows who she is and she know I owe her. Doing the photo shoots is risky. I might be loosing out on business. Well thanks to the huge tip I didn’t have to worry. Thank you Vicky you are a very awesome human being. Then I had a flag, this Mexican woman. I pulled over for her cause she was gorgeous and her husband looked alright. Well as soon as they got in they called over two other couples. I told them “No”. That’s just too many. the guys kept pressing. I said “No” then pointed at the ten cops standing around jerking off while watching the road. The three couples were saying “don’t worry they don’t care, we’ll give you an extra 20$.” I said “No.” Then they offered 40$ extra. I still said “no.” Then they offered an extra 60$ on top of the fare. I was seduced by the cash. I let all six in. The big tip was nice but it wasn’t enough to feed the family forever. I got the three couples home, it was a risk but it paid of. I got 100$ from the six people in the car. If I was caught doing that I would have lost my job. I don’t care anymore I need to take some risks to survive in this economy. The vehicle for hire commission can suck my dick. They don’t know about the blog. If they did they wouldn’t have the heart to read it anyway. They’re probably spending all the money they get from bribes, those asshole politicians. My last fare was a guy I think was gay. Maybe still in the closet. He told me about his old roommate. His roommate was 5.2ft, my fare said “I used to make fun of his tiny ass. Until one day he came out of the shower with this huge erection. His dick was massive. So big I wasn’t able to wrap my hand around it.” Then the fare showed me the size of his hand. The conversation started because the fare realized I was short. He said “you’re the smallest cabbie I’ve ever had.” I said “But I ain’t scared of shit.” Then he told me bout his old roommate and said “never underestimate someone who isn’t so tall cause you never know how big they really are.” I agreed.

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It can’t always feel that way

taxitruth — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 12:12:00 +0000

Tonight was unreal!. You see I got a job photographing club goers. No not people going to the club in the taxi but people in the clubs. I was hired to go to a club and take pictures of the patrons. It’s a promotional thing. I hope I get paid. Well one of the club owners saw me and asked if I would come back tomorrow and photograph the UFC audience. We negotiated a deal 40pics for a bunch of cash and a bar tab. Score! I don’t drink. It’s funny how things are working out. I started my shift at 6pm last night. I drove 100Km before I was suppose to go to the bar and take pictures. Within that 100Km time frame I made 16$ + a 4$ tip. From 6pm till 10pm I made 20 bucks. Who cares! I’m a fucking professional photographer. I even used my G10 I can’t afford a SLR on my current income. If things continue the way they have I’m gonna kick ass. Photography! fuck imaging if I got to make films, man that would be sweet. See I figured out that I’m a storyteller. I was nervous last night but once I got into it people were approaching me to have their pictures taken. Like it mattered or something. A safe ride home is more important, but less fun. I’m lucky. The change in my earnings is forcing me to change. If I kept making money driving taxi I would stay a taxi driver. There is more to me then Taxi Talk. That’s something I almost forgot about driving around a dead end career. Taxi Talk is a good friend of mine but she needs tweaking. Change. It’s coming. Not just the blog, my life. I’m going back to school. I want a different story to tell. I just have to look at school as a taxi ride. I wonder……….What’s the back seat? I know, the other students maybe. What’s the road? Well that’s easy the God Damn curriculum. The teacher are the law enforcers, they have the potential to make or brake you. I’m just a bum who thinks he knows everything. A guy who knows he doesn’t but he thinks he does. My first fare after the photo session was a personal. As fate would have it he called me the moment I was passing him on Whyte Ave. He was a Hoolioes Bario. The weather had turned and the rain was falling heavily. He wanted to go to londonderry mall I told him that that’s where hookers go to buy crack. I was exaggerating. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen any body picking up hookers. Most people can’t afford the luxury. Crack! I haven’t really dealt with any in a while either. It’s the economy. Tightened everything up. It’s strangling some. I’m not letting that noose choke me but I can feel it. Fuck. That first fare, that guy that I so fatefully picked up, he gave me 60$. Thank God. It was one o clock and I able to pay for Gas. I drove on. I made some money last night. I had a girl try to fit through the window in the shield. She almost made it. I drove Shaun Bogner to and from the bar last night. Always a little bit of good luck out of that. Man tonight felt good.

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Dersert Eagle dipped in chrome,

taxitruth — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 10:55:00 +0000

So tonight Kenny Chesney was in town. Probably the only country western mother fucker who decided to leave Calgary. The guy filled the Stadium. That’s so many fucking people. His concert was the only place to find people to drive. Most of the audience was from out of town because I drove almost everyone I picked up at that concert to a Hotel/Motel. One of the women in the back seat was a correctional officer at a federal prison for men. I asked her why she didn’t work with the women. She said “could you imagine a whole prison full of women PMSing at the same time.?” I said “No.” What’s up with women all getting their periods at the same time? Did you guys know that girls mature faster closer to the equator? Last night I had a fare to Sherwood park, one of the three dudes threw up on the car. I got lucky because one of the guys in the back seat had a garden hose at his house. He got to wash the old boat down. My last fare was a girl who works at lucky13. She told me that a Spanish looking girl did not want her to serve her drinks because she (the waitress) was white. How often do you hear about that? Reverse racism. It has happened to me. Some Punjabi guy harassed me for no apparent reason, I told him to get out. Yesterday I watched a movie about Def Leppard and I fell in love with the group. Come on, a one handed drummer. God I wish I was a rock star. I would act responsibly and buy aaaaa an army of soldiers to back me the fuck up. I drove a soldier tonight. Like always a fine young gentleman. He told me that before he gets to go to Afghanistan he is going to work the 2010 winter Olympics. He said “the government doesn’t want civilians to know that we’re out there because Canada is suppose to be known as a perfect place without any real violence.” He laughed out loud after saying that. He told me that Canadians aren’t just peace keepers anymore. He also told me that a soldier who doesn’t get to go to war is like a lawyer who has never seen the inside of a court room. Fuck I want a gun.

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The real deal

taxitruth — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 10:49:00 +0000

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The real deal

taxitruth — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 10:49:00 +0000

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THis is what happened right after the window was broken

taxitruth — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 00:23:00 +0000

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THis is what happened right after the window was broken

taxitruth — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 00:23:00 +0000

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Some past

taxitruth — Wed, 08 Jul 2009 19:04:00 +0000

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100-150mm of rain over the bulls boys the bulls

taxitruth — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 10:44:00 +0000

Sunday is my kinda day. It’s relaxed. My Saturday night was so stressful I was furious. I kept talking shit to the only thing that would listed to my rant, God! I was alone in the cab yelling at the almighty. Cursing, calling the big guy upstairs every name I could think of. I slammed a door on my chest last night, that wasn’t Gods fault neither was my bad night. So this Sunday morning I went to church. Not! Screw church for me driving the taxi is church. Tonight was slow. I think I had four fares and three were my own clients. One of the kids in the car tonight was drunk. He needed to take a leak, I stopped and waited for the guy to get out and pee. Well when he came back there was a stink. The mother fucked stepped in dog shit. The worst part was he couldn’t smell it. Fuck! I parked that stinky car and went home. What a night. It rained.

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Really I hope she is OK

taxitruth — Sun, 05 Jul 2009 16:23:00 +0000

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Smile like a doughnut cause that’s a good way to make a living

taxitruth — Sun, 05 Jul 2009 10:29:00 +0000

It was so dead last night that when I was asked by a fare to go to Beaumont I said to the group of young adults “I don’t want any cash up front, but if you guys rip me off my kid won’t eat.” They all laughed thinking I was joking. Then one of them said “dude you’re not Taliban, we’ll pay good just go.” I went. They were one of my only fares last night. I wonder if the guys that look like members of Al-Qaeda made any money tonight. I drove this girl just as the sun was setting. I took her down town. She said she was meeting a military guy. “He’s an old friend” she said, “he drinks a lot, but he’s a nice guy.” I told her to stay safe. So at three in the morning I get a call from her. She sounded funny, like she was scared. I told her I would go out of my way to pick her up at the bass. The military barracks are as far north as you can go. On the way there she sent me a text that she had no cash. I called her and asked “Are you OK?” She said “No.” I asked “are you safe?” She said “no.” I said “you can pay me back the cash I’ll be there in five minutes.” When I got there she was no longer answering her phone. I wonder if she was getting rapped. Over the phone she gave me the impression that her soldier buddy wasn’t such a nice guy. She never answered my calls when I got there. I hope something happened to her because that call wasted any chance I had at maybe making enough money to survive. So Kira I hope he did something to you. Cause you worked me, you probably lied to me and I wanted to help you. Next time you cry wolf I hope the monsters you hang out with give you what you deserve. The last fare I had that actually paid took me to Millwoods. One of the two guys in the back seat was east Indian. He was kinda in a weird mood. I took them to his place first. He wanted me to keep driving. He directed me to a tree with flowers hanging in it. He introduced me to his brother, a kid who was shot dead right at that spot. The east Indian dude was in a strange place so his buddy paid me and told me to go. He said (not the east Indian) “I’m gonna walk him home” you could tell they were friends. I left the two guys standing next to a tree looking up to the leftover pieces of the shrine. I wasn’t sure what to think other then RIP. Tonight was so bad. All I can say is that in the past 40 hours of work I brought home 200$. I am officially a crappy provider for my family and the corporate pig is definitely winning. If you are a part of the plastic world go fuck yourself in the face.

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Lawyer, Lawyer pants on fire

taxitruth — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 11:32:00 +0000

Tonight one of my fares told me how he lost his virginity. He said “once when I was eighteen I was moping around a 711. Looking for some candy or something. When this chic came up to me and invited me over to her house. She was kinda scraggly but I went. Well we drank some beer and we fucked. That’s how I lost my virginity.” I looked at him and said “wow special.” He laughed and screamed “that’s not it, there is more!” he paused took a breath and spoke “I never told anyone this story, I didn’t want people to know that the first time I had sex was with a women who kicked me out right after because her boyfriend was on his way home. I was happy it all happened so fast.” I told him “I lost my virginity to my bosses daughter when I was twenty, her dad was also my principle. We both shared an interest in prescription anti depressants. The relationship did not last long.” Later I drove several groups of people high on X. Canada is a big producer of the shit. One of the biggest in the world. Fuck one thing I can honestly say about Canada is that it carries some serious and extreme drug cultures. One of the groups was a bunch of young women. The other was a group of adolescents crack dealers. The drug seemed to make both parties nice, polite, happy and pleasant people. The two fares combined made up half my income for last night. I gave every member of both those groups my telephone number. I need people to start taking my taxi and nothing beats a young kid on probation with a healthy income. Other than a group of girls who don’t think you’re creepy and understand that gratuity is welcome. They rock and they’re safe. I drove a lawyer last night, he told me “I’m a criminal lawyer, it’s a job that’s never boring, always challenging and often overwhelming.” He tipped me fourteen dollars and took off.

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my speech

taxitruth — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 21:01:00 +0000

As Someone who drives a vehicle for hire I rely on the Vehicle for Hire Commission to make well educated and informed decisions. I rely on a line of communication that adds an air of transparency to the system that is Vehicles for hire. That allows me, the driver and you the counsel to understand each other so we can work in unison. A line of communication that helps the counsel define problems in the system and allows drivers to present their issues. A line of communication that, exposes bad drivers and flaws with the laws. A good line of communication helps bring not only drivers and the Government together but also the everyday Edmontonian. I love driving a taxi in Edmonton.

On the morning of April 11th I witnessed a Gypsy taxi steal my fare. I was in shock. I radioed dispatch to find out what I could do. I made sure to get the guys license plate number. Dispatch had no idea what to do. Dispatchers at my company are not trained to deal with these issues because my dispatcher told me to go to the police. I called the EPS thinking they might catch the guy and give him a ticket. All they did is give me the number to Shar Wellers office. I phoned immediately only to find a recording stating that Share was on Vacation and if I wanted to speak to someone about my taxi problem I could call 311. So the next day I did and was told to phone the vehicle for hire commission. I was thrown in a loop. And a man breaking the law was allowed to continue with no repercussions. I was in shock. Nine days later I got an email from Share apologizing about the delay. She informed me about the city of Edmontons Municipal Enforcement Officers and how they conduct roaming inspections of vehicles on a 24/7 basis and also do follow ups on complaints regarding taxi violations like gypsy cabs, from their office location. I wondered how they got their information about those issues. Since yellow cab had no Idea who to get a hold of in regards to the gypsy cabbies. Based on my experience yellow cab dosen’t communicate with the vehicle for hire commission and the bylaw office does not receive an accurate amount of complaints regarding the vehicles for hire. Why can’t I get a hold of these bylaw officers 24/7. A line of communication.

The 3$ sure charge is another issues that I think is causing some of my financial stresses. Since January business has been down. Fares are almost non existent. The recession is one of the causes for the problem. People are out of work. The problem with the the extra three dollar charge is that it seems to be a deterrent. Clientele that would have hopped into a taxi on their way home often decided to walk now because their 10$ fare looks more like a 15 dollar fare. In these tight economic times 5 bucks can make or break someones decision to take a taxi or drive home drunk. I believe the Vehicle for hire commission has over priced clients for too long causing a customer back lash. Could you guys please look into finding a suitable solution to this problem. Wait times are non exsistent, there is no need to entice drivers to come out at night. Get rid of the extra 3$ and make sure to inform the public.

Quality control, there has been many issues related to poor service in the vehicle for hire world here in Edmonton. Don’t get me wrong, we have excellent drivers and some incredibly good people out there. But there are complaints. Training seems to be one of the only ways to inform drivers how to behave with the clients. I believe there is more that can be done. Since organizations like yellow cab have nobody out on the roads paying attention to customer complaints and driver problems I think the vehicle for hire commission should implement rules that corporations like Yellow cab have a secret shopper programs and someone that enforces the rules. Stops illegal driving tactics and habits that have become common on the roads after midnight. Police are too busy looking after normal citizens breaking the law. Cab drivers with bad attitudes are not at the top of their agenda but they should be at the top the vehicle for hires commissions list of priorities. As a guy that works the night shift I am aware that taxi drivers have freedom. I am also aware that some of the drivers abuse that freedom. Whether we want to admit it or not, the city has some bad apples. Drivers that use the cars as a cover to sell drugs, alcohol. I’ve witnessed children driving around in their fathers car doing whatever they wanted. The city needs to step up and force the corporations to deal with these renegade drivers. Hopefully you guys can hire an organization that uses secret shoppers to evaluate drivers conduct and performance and report the findings directly to the city not the company that often protects inappropriate behavior.

Now safety, We have safety shields but is that enough. I don’t think so. To tell you the truth the people in my car are usually people who’s behavior I can predict to some degree. To me the real dangers of working in the taxi business are the other dangerous drivers. EPS has a Curb the danger program. I’ve used it on many occasions.I witness many awful things driving the night shift and I often feel the need to communicate the issues to the authorities but dispatch is not in direct contact with the police. I believe that there should be a direct line of communication with the taxi service’s and the police. We see more crime then most people can imagine. Most of it can be ignored, but there are times when you have to tell someone what you know. About a rape, or a very dangerous driver, or someone out to hurt another. The commission should look into creating a hot line for taxi drivers where they can leave tips through dispatch and feel safe. I’m not sure how but it could make the city much safer. The shields were not the worst choice I am safer.

As a driver behind the wheel of an Edmonton city hack I feel the need to inform the vehicle for hire commissions my problems, views and their solutions in my opinion. I believe I should have more access to bylaw officers and their services. I believe that the crisis behind the lack of drivers is over and the 3 dollar sure charge should be abolished. I believe that the citizens of Edmonton deserve taxis and drivers that have been put through a program that ensures quality control. I believe that as a driver I should have access to programs that can help me do the right thing with information that I have acquired through my job. A vehicle for hire is more then just a car that makes money, it should also be a person who wants to be a responsible and a trust worthy part of the community. Driving a taxi in Edmonton is an amazing job, let’s keep it that way.

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No Birthday for something that’s dead

taxitruth — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 13:41:00 +0000

Last night a man was killed at a bus stop.

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I am a beer owned by the USA

taxitruth — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 09:58:00 +0000

To tell you guys the truth I’m pretty sure Canada burnt down a long time ago. We live in a shell of Canada. We live in the USA. Tonight was alright. No one was really wasted. I asked one guy “What do you do?” He looked at me and said “I give head.” That was more or less most of the conversation. I had a group of kids that had just been robbed. Robbed meaning they left their purses in some dudes truck and the guy took off. They offered me their shirts to get them to the closest 711 I drove them for free. I drove a web guy and a welder. Lots of police out tonight. Probably because a few years ago rich, spoiled, and ugly Edmontonians rioted. The reason, we’re a rich spoiled ugly and immature version of the United States of America. Whatever the fuck that means. Police presence helps business. It’s still slow, but the web guy said hes still making great cash. The welder, well he paid me 60$ to drive him around for an hour. “Thank God”. Really cool guy too, eccentric but not in that gay way, not that there is anything wrong with that. Traffic was unbelievable. People were everywhere. I wish I felt closer to the nation I grew up in but I don’t. I feel like Canada has made an effort to turn itself into a first class duchebag. Yes Canada, you. You are run by a Conservative Government that is run by clowns and puppets. Our once great social health care system is being picked apart by the pigs with money and the government. Our infrastructure is falling apart. Oh and we look, sound and feel like Us…….A. Get it. Try not to be pissed with me try to make this nation better, and lets be honest we should have celebrated our Independence in two more days.

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out

taxitruth — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 11:39:00 +0000

Wow I’m Vacating for two weeks. I’m gonna be flying to the Okanagan in a couple days. I’m going out to shoot the Urban Underground Life’s been o.k now that driving taxi has become a very expensive habit, I mean hobby. Yeah it’s a hobby. Tonight was more of a scenic ride through the city dozens of times. I had these two couple mess around a bit. It was gay pride week. I drove several homosexuals this weekend. Nice people. The weather has been spectacular in the past few days. I love life. I can’t wait to board that plane. All I want to do is swing a golf club. I also wouldn’t mind playing the guitar while my sun dances all around me. My mom hooked up a mansion on the lake for a family reunion. Nothing like Canadas California, nothing like life on a lake. Fuck I’m hungry. Driving a taxi I can’t afford to eat but I sure can think I can. Mmmmm that’s some sweet oyster pie.

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Tera…..Thank you

taxitruth — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 13:18:00 +0000

My job is to step on the gas. My job is to stop at the red. My job is to go on the green. My job is to smile and act like I’m not really unhappy or mean. My job is to drive. My job is to keep you alive. My Job is to steer clear of bad apples. My job is to clean the streets. My job is to stroke the bad guys ego, my job is to see what happens after you go home. My job is being alone. My job is fun. My Job is dumb. My job is to watch cops not do a good job. My job is to appreciate the police. My job is to love the government. My job is to trust God. My job is to watch the sun rise. My job is to reflect what the moon says and translate all her miserable lies. My job is to watch her cry then laugh. My job is what I do. My job is to be memorable. My job is to avoid collisions. My job is to make money. My job is to be a better man. My job is to make what I want out of life. My job is to get married and have children with my wife. My job is endless. My job is friendless. My job is to drive fast. My Job is to make ends meet. My job is like yours. My job is better then yours. My job is to pick you up. My job is to drop you off. My job is over, I’m gonna lay down and die. I drove a dude that travels the world as an expedition leader a summit climber. Interesting fellow Phill Michael. Just came back to Edmonton for a few days. Right after that I drove past a man being beaten with brass knuckles,while a gang of men chased down another man with belts. I tried to catch it on camera but the lighting sucked. The EPS is at it again, not preventing crime that is but that might be their job. One of my fares had me in the past. It just so happened that she flagged me down tonight during the bar rush. Fate. She was so happy it was me. That makes my job worthwhile. That’s the only part of my job that has recently given me a smile.

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Tera…..Thank you

taxitruth — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 13:18:00 +0000

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Sorry bout the Yard sale, hope it sells out

taxitruth — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 22:21:00 +0000

Jesus Mary and Joseph were a nice little family. I don’t think Joseph ever got the credit he deserved. Last night was hot, summer and sexy. Hard to explain but the city is getting randy. Kids want to get it on. I love watching nature take it’s course. I’m a fan of watching people dress up and go out on the town. I used to work in the airport behind security in a toy store. The thing about the airport that was so appealing was that the patrons were almost always well dressed. I kinda dress like a bum. I do it because it makes me look less like the guy a criminal should rob. There are all sorts of new fashion trends happening in 2009. One of the most prominent is the super fucking high heel. I’m talking so high most girls don’t have a chance in hell to look gracious in but they wear them anyway. I like the look it makes woman look kinda vulnerable hobbling around like some not so super super models. The sun has been coming out by the end of my shift now. One of my favorite perks of driving a taxi, the Sun. One of my fares last night was a 26 year old woman. She told me that when she was 19 she married a 50 year old man. She said “I like older men, they adore me. I’m the center of their universe. I like that, I need that.” I asked how the marriage is going she said “oh, we divorced a few months ago, the asshole was too controlling.” When I got her home she was out at least 10$ on the fare, I told her to give me a blow job. JOKING! No I said “don’t worry about it.” She took my name and number and promised to be one of those people who would pay me back. I wonder. Oh I also had an 18 year old fox, insurance broker tell me she drives a Subaru Impreza. She said “I would never drink and drive with my baby.” I wouldn’t either but for some reason my 26 year old ass has been stuck cruizin in a Mazda 323 from the early 90′s or a Crown Vic ex cop car. I wish I had a WRX to pick people up with. That would give me an edge and some serious style.

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The "N" bomb

taxitruth — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 21:05:00 +0000

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The "N" bomb

taxitruth — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 21:05:00 +0000

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I wrote about you so you are the title "Woo"

taxitruth — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 11:01:00 +0000

Fuck me, if you guys don’t want to hear about the economy. Edmonton has been hit with some tough mother fucking times. Today I had some great clients. Yeah like 4 people. They were all really nice. One guy insisted I smoke some pot with him in his incredible steam room. He lived in Riverbend. He was also recovering from cancer. Guess what kind? That’s right he lost his testicle. Just one but that’s enough to ensure that you truly feel a lose. He was a great person though and I hope that cancer never comes back in his life or anybody elses. There was also this guy who was with this girl. He was all over her. She was hot. She worked for him, she was his rep. He was a sales man and she was the body that sold the stuff. Well anyway the two were getting “it” on in the car but when we arrived the woman said “you can’t come in.” He tried and tried to convince her that the best thing to do was to have sex but she wasn’t having it. When he came back into the taxi David Bowies the Man Who Sold the World was playing on the radio. He explained the situation to me. He said “she has a dude that’s in Turkey probably having sex with some other chicks. She’s here but she won’t fuck me cause she actually cares about him.” The he said “I have a girlfriend too, I’ve been with her for eight years.” Then I asked “am I taking you there right now? Your girlfriends?” He said “yes.” All I could think was how does a guy do that. Screw around behind his womans back then just go home to her. Fuck. Oh you guys I read the speech. Spectacular, that people in the Vehicle for Hire Commissions had to listen. I also had a reporter from VUE magazine cover the story. I’m hoping he saw and heard something that would be worth publishing.

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You looked like the asshole from Bush X

taxitruth — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 11:07:00 +0000

The worst part about the recession isn’t the cash flow. It’s the lack of good stories. Now that no one goes out nothing interesting is happening. At least not on a regular basis. Things are slow as fuck. The one topic that comes up is the new shield. Some people like it. They think I’m safer. I don’t feel any safer. My only real danger I think is drunk drivers and the law isn’t stopping them. It’s cut throat out there. I’ve been in several fights over placement in a line up at a club. Tonight some fuck said that he was in line waiting to park where I was parked. He pointed to where he was parked and said “What’s going on, this is my spot.” I looked over to where he was pointing and said ‘ you were parked in front of another club, that’s not the line, I’m sorry buddy but I ain’t movin.” He drove away angry. Then double parked in front of another taxi. Anger is everywhere. Money seems to be in the hands of the rich. I don’t trust money or people with it. I cater to them, but people with lots of money seem crooked . Bad. Sorry bout no post last night, I went to the Rise against concert which was out of this world because I actually really went to see Rancid. Fucking Punks, they should stay in California where it’s warm. I’m joking back off.

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You looked like the asshole from Bush X

taxitruth — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 11:07:00 +0000

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4:19am. I am so alone

taxitruth — Sat, 06 Jun 2009 11:53:00 +0000

The cage makes me feel more alone. The protection achieved by the plastic shield damages the communication. Really the shield tries to deny “talk”. The transaction is forced to focus on Location and cost,”Taxi.” I can’t hear what’s happening back there. People sit in front. I don’t mind that. I like it. I always did. Tonight I was waiting for the light on 156st south bound to turn green. I wanted to turn west onto Stony Plain Rd. This thug. Tweaked out. Skin, bones and bling wanted in. I told him I wasn’t giving him a ride. It’s slow. I realized that I could have thrown him in the back. Sealed him up in that box. No go. There was this guy, I picked em up next to New City. He asked “can you take me to the west end?” “Damn right! Get in” I said while waving him into the front seat. This was a normal dude. We talked about his shitty night. He was sad. His girlfriend ditched him with his cousin. The two took of to whore around for drugs. He was stuck getting home. Half way there he looked up and said “I only got 8$.” The fare was running at around 14$ at the time. I laughed and said “don’t worry you’ll get home.” I was happy he told me the truth. I gave him the URL to the blog, The fucking blog. Lots of drunks hitting the streets. Driving, biking, skatin DRUNK. Even though its really cold, good on you people. I drove this woman she just dropped a dude off. She was a designated driver. She was a professional. Wanna Go Home With Us , sounds dirty right?

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4:19am. I am so alone

taxitruth — Sat, 06 Jun 2009 11:53:00 +0000

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Is it hamma time already? Get the axe baby

taxitruth — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 11:59:00 +0000

I drove a girl who told me that Alberta is going to loose it’s social health care program. She said “It’s stupid conservative Alberta.” I agreed. She was a communist and she worked for our sellout government. Our Government is a whore. Not much else happened. Relaxed night. No one acted bad behind my bullet proof shield. I did have a call to an address that I ditched once. The guy took to long so I drove off. Well tonight as I drove up to the apartment building I realized that it was the same address. I was hesitant but I called them to say “I’m here, like it or not I’m here.” The guy remembered my phone number. He was upset with me but still thought I was one of the best cabbies in the city. I felt bad for ditching him a few weeks ago. He called the company not me so the level of service though unmatched by any other Edmonton cabby was not what he would have had had he phoned me directly. I treat my customers like royalty. Why? because they chose me over the corporate pig. Fuck you people, is there any other job as interesting, exciting and fast as taxi. Yes, the army but not law enforcement that’s for dirty rats that allow intoxicated drivers to exist. Imagine being a rookie cop…….I was going to be mean but who the fuck am I to judge. Imagine having a gun to shoot. Peoples wallets are squeezing tighter and tighter.BANG

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Is it hamma time already? Get the axe baby

taxitruth — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 11:59:00 +0000

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Pump It up we are going to Mars

taxitruth — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 10:28:00 +0000

Patience? Tonight I was trying to discipline myself. It’s slow right so you got to pick your club and sit there. I did I waited. At the Funky Booda. I was the first in line, I just sat there for a long time. Over an hour I think. I’ve never done that. Sat in front of a club forever. Patience is not really my thing, but I was trying to be diligent. I knew I was going to get a fare. When it finally happened the couple told me that they were just going up the street. I told them how long I was waiting. They both knew they saw me while out on their smoke breaks. They ended up going down town and tipping me ten bucks. The trip was worth it but I was expecting a bigger pay-out out of the trip due to the patience factor. Not a financial pay out an inspirational one. They were a couple in the grips of lust and passion. They were on their way to have sex. Whatever. Right as I was leaving their parking lot I got a call. The first call of the night. 112ave east side of 75st. North side. The woman gets in. Drunk. “Where we going?” I ask. She looks at me and says “the river, by those stairs.” Then I asked with a confused look on my face “the river? Downtown? Where?” I could tell by the way she was looking at me this was going to be a strange ride. She was wearing a shirt, you could clearly see through. ” Got money?” I asked.” “I’ll pay you tomorrow” she told me. I asked her where she was going. She said “lets fuck” then she got real close to me with her chest. She tried caressing my chest but got a fist full of the G10. The lady was all over me, I said “I’m not going to be with you.” “DO you have a wife?” she asked I said “yes.” She said ” I won’t tell.” This was pretty intense. All I could think about was that wait outside the Funky Booda. Patience. This woman was pure evil instinct sex cumming at me like a title wave. Scary what goes through a guys head. She used the dirtiest words she was bad news. I told her “get out, I can’t do that.” She reluctantly stepped out of the taxi. “Come over when you’re ready, I got weed and beer.” That woman tried to seduce me. Why? I have no idea. The way she wanted to go to the river. What the fuck did that mean? Patience. Was it worth it? I learned a lesson tonight. Sometimes when you listen to that little voice in the back of your head. The one that says “be patient wait” even though that other voice is screaming ” GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.” You wait and wait until you get your fare share. If you really listen to that little voice that voice that almost doesn’t exist you get more then your fare share. You are given the ability watch that instinct that animal in you and everyone else. It’s a lion. If you really are patient enough to listen to that voice then when the demon throws itself at you you know what to do. I felt tested last night. I followed that voice around and it threw me to the wolves. I dealt with it. I passed the test.

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Pump It up we are going to Mars

taxitruth — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 10:28:00 +0000

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POZAR but the Z has a line through it

taxitruth — Sun, 31 May 2009 13:08:00 +0000

When the times get tough I kinda panic. There have been times in the last couple months that I’ve though about escape. A get away from the everyday. The cab is unique but times are tough so the though to move on pops in and out of my head. The military is something I think about joining. It seems like The place to be if you’re disillusioned and poor. A paycheck all that stuff. Tonight I drove a couple of soldiers, cool guys. I think they were with a prostitute but nice guys. One of the them, the one in the front seat, me and him got to talking, he told me there is nothing in the world like fighting. I drove a chef last night. His fare fed my family. Thank God for good clients and big fares, everyone I drove was angelic last night. It was a pleasure to drive last night. I went to check out a fire on the south side. It was huge. I was totally wowed by it. I took about a dozen photos. I sat and stared into that fire. The word surreal comes to mind when you happen to stumble upon a horrible moment. You stop to take a picture in this day and age. There were so many people outside of those apartment buildings. I hope everyone is ok. Who cares about stuff, when you got your life. Right? Times aren’t that tough. Oh and screw the oil patch and Shell and Esso, assholes

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POZAR but the Z has a line through it

taxitruth — Sun, 31 May 2009 13:08:00 +0000

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www.plentyoffish.com

taxitruth — Sat, 30 May 2009 19:59:00 +0000

Last night was what’s now becoming a typical slow night. Everything was slow. I drove a bachelor party of Polacks. You Guys know them Poles. It was actually a pleasure. I ended up on the North side. After dropping them off I got a call to the Evergreen Mobile home estate. Wow. What a maze. Trailer parks are cities, they are massive. So I call up the residence I’m trying to get at. A man answers he says “I’m not from here you’re coming to pick me up, please hurry!” then he handed the phone to some woman who sounded three quarters cut and angry. The directions she gave were awful, nothing she said made sense. She yelled at me and called me names. Then another man came on the phone, her father I guess, he tried to explain to me the ins and out of the trailer estate. Still nothing he said made sense. He was surely drinking by the sound of his nasty man voice. Then last but not least the mean woman’s mother came on she was drunk and stupid too. Then all of a sudden I saw some guy running at me at a hundred miles an hour. “You Joe?” I asked. The man jumped in the front and screamed “PLEASE get me the fuck out of here.” I thanked whoever was on the phone and hung up. The man told me he had met a woman online. He said she asked him to come over to have a BBQ and some beers with her parents. When he showed up with a two four of beer he quickly realized that there wasn’t going to be a BBQ but the whole family was going to partake in the drinking of the beer. I asked him “was the women good looking?” He smiled and said “shit yeah!, I wanted her so bad until I realized that after chugging ten beer she became a sour cunt.” He took a breath and said “I had to get out of there. I’m never trying to hook up on the Internet.” What’s funny about that story is I got a phone call from a strange number this morning. When I answered a woman with a mean voice said “You’re the cabby from last night?” I was still in my bed in a sleepy daze. I said “Sorry I work the night shift.” Then the voice on the other end asked me “got any money?” I hung up. I realized looking back at the number I dialed in that trailer park it was the sour cunt. Things are slow. I pulled up to one of my buddies that drives taxi. Big black dude. He is beyond cool and he always gives me Tim bits of wisdom. He’s been driving for almost 20 years. Well as I was pulling up he jumped out of his car and threw a shoe that was on the ground in front of his car across the street. Some weird looking native guy in short shorts ran to go get his shoe. The driver told me that the guy has been bothering him. He said “tonight Ive had nothing but trouble, I drove a guy to that hotel on 215st, he paid me than looked me in the eye and said “Hows life Nigger?” I told him to leave because he already paid me. The guy just sat behind the partition and kept rambling insults at me. So I turned the car off and stepped out.” This driver is totally a big black dude. Intimidating. “Well the fare ran away” he said. “Then when I tried to start my car the battery took a shit, I was stuck on 215st and the fucking bastard fare kept running around saying “go away I paid you.” Rough night.” Then he looked at the native guy getting his shoes and said “Now this.” I looked at the concrete and asked “how did he loose his shoes?” The other driver looked at me and said “he was trying to kick the car, I again got out and smacked him upside the head. He ran so fast his shoe fell of.” We both had a laugh as we watched the native guy who looked like a male prostitute come back for more. We looked at each other and just drove off simultaneously. No one wants any real trouble other then the Gay native asking for it on Stony Plain Road. I’m sure that guy got hurt by someone last night.

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The pills don’t mix well with booze

taxitruth — Fri, 29 May 2009 11:47:00 +0000

The night started at around 8:00 pm. I checked the oil and did my walk around. The car was fine. I got in and started it. As the engine ran to life I realized my day driver had left the gas tank at a quarter tank. About 20$ worth of gas. “Fuck” I shouted. We’ve been having a gas war, me and the day driver. I was thinking at this point that I’m gonna leave him an empty tank. Just then as that thought was entering my thick skull my car’s owner pulled up. He told me “Don’t driver that car it’s been in an accident.” I looked at him and said “really? I looked. Where?” He pointed to the back bumper. I got out and looked and saw nothing. The car didn’t even have a scratch NOTHING. I took a closer look and laughed. My boss told me that he was here watching. Some thugs been smashing car windshields for the last couple months. My boss caught em. Some kids coming from a house up the street. Even had a shoe print for the police. A couple of the thugs were squatting in the abandoned cars too. Tinted windows?? Well my boss was watching over the place waiting in the morning for the police and he walks up 158st and sees 93, my car. The day driver is sitting in the front seat about to make a left but he wasn’t moving. My boss says ” I guess he was lightly hit, there’s no damage but he’s claiming an injury.” I slapped my head. My day driver is Middle Eastern. Then the owner threw me a set of key’s to a new car. As I sat down I felt different. It was a Crown Vic like every other, but she was equipped with a shield. Oh my God! A fucking shield. I felt like I was kicked in my taxi face. A plastic cage with a tiny window. The Vehicle for hire commission has locked me up. Jail. When I try to talk to the people it echoed. Weird. You can’t hear people. That’s the worst. You can’t tell if they’re whispering. That’s scary. I knew I relied on hearing the bastards in the back seat. The shield makes driving scarier. The people in the back are enticed to go crazy because of it. Well it hasn’t caused any problems so far, other then the hearing issue. But the shield is kinda like wearing a condom for me at least. I lost a lot of the sensation of the voyage with the person. The wall between us ensures that there will never be any real connection. Who cares? Anyway I drove Bryan Birtles a local reporter. He encouraged me to write the Vehicle for hire Commission and present them with a speech about my issues. I’m going to do it but I’ve never written a speech and don’t really understand the format. Does anyone out there know? Help me. I fucking need help. There is so many issues. My first fare tonight was a schizophrenic. Off the Meds, heavy duty! The first thing he said to me was “Do you ever feel surreal, like you’re in a fantasy?” I asked him “Can you see me? I’m your cabby. I don’t feel surreal and man this shit here isn’t like I’m in a fantasy.” He laughed and we drove to the Liquor store. He was tripping. Manic hard core. Nice guy. Gave me a fat tip. I said “Jerry I don’t want your money if your off your meds.” He said “take it, it comes out of the walls.” Then I said “Jerry before you crack your beers pop one of those pills. I don’t want to see you running around naked or something.” Then I said “Jerry they’ll lock you up, I know.” Jerry got out and right as I was about to pull away he leaned into the open window and asked “do you want to come in for a beer.” I said “Yes, but I can’t.” Then I gave Jerry the URL to my blog and my phone number just in case he wanted a ride ever again.

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The pills don’t mix well with booze

taxitruth — Fri, 29 May 2009 11:47:00 +0000

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what the fuck on Vemio

taxitruth — Thu, 28 May 2009 22:31:00 +0000

what the fuck from taxitruth on Vimeo.

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Sasktoon A text to you, u liked shopping too

taxitruth — Thu, 28 May 2009 08:17:00 +0000

I remember everything about you. I remember everything Bout everybody
That’s my job. Call me anytime I might be working and
thanks. I think I am the best cabby. One of the best on the planet. You guys were my fare that night. Rock on.

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Sasktoon A text to you, u liked shopping too

taxitruth — Thu, 28 May 2009 08:17:00 +0000

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Broken Bus stop

taxitruth — Tue, 26 May 2009 05:17:00 +0000

Last night I got home and felt like falling asleep. I just went to bed, I was tiered. Not much happened last night. I do remember this one thing. A group of dudes. They were roughhousing around the bar and on the road. I remember thinking they were assholes out loud. I was the first one up in a line of taxis. Hudson’s on Whyte. There were lots of people in front of the place. Closing time. All of a sudden one of the rowdy air head roughhousers gets in the front seat of my car. Then two more jump in the back. The first thing I hear is “You’re such a fucking cock block.” One giant guy accusing another massive human being in the back seat. The argument continues to escalate. It gets physical. Nothing extreme. The guy in the front seat saw a the situation and asked “Where is your shield?” I said “It’s coming next week.” I wonder what it’s gonna do. You know to the overall feel of the taxi. Mines coming. Funny now that the times are tough I’m getting a cage. I’m one of the last cars in the fleet not to have one. With a little window and a money hole. Awesome. Tonight I drove my aunt to the McKernan LRT station. In my own car. Off duty. She was going to the El Divo concert. Well she made it to Rexall and back with no problem. Fast and cheap. That train is going to run to Heritage soon. All the way to 23rd ave. Damn that’s gonna kill business . Ha. I just want to drive around this summer. I am anticipating a change with the shield a psychological one, in me and the passengers. Well with the economy and stuff I think this summer is going to be exciting.

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Broken Bus stop

taxitruth — Tue, 26 May 2009 05:17:00 +0000

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Looking to get pregnant, isn’t that why?

taxitruth — Sun, 24 May 2009 11:30:00 +0000

Finally a night where I had more than three people in the car. What makes taxi so cool isn’t the cash flow (which can be good sometimes but not during a recession) it’s the people. My job is fun and I love it. I love cruising up to your house and meeting you, especially if you’re someone I don’t know. That’s when I can grab you and get you to fall in love with me. I mean that’s how I get you to call back. If not me then the company I work for. Tonight was awesome. It started like every other night this week. Slow. During the boom I was busy for 92% of my time spent in the car. Now calls start coming in at around 11pm. It’s weird everyone wants a taxi at the same time, people seem to behave alike. K tonight I watched one of my fares dress their dog up like a princess. That was strange. I also visited Layne Mitchell and the intern army at the Pawn Shop. Even got a free hot dog. Score. Oh my second last fare a couple of girls I picked up on 102ave and 138st. They got in and I could tell they had no money but I told them I would take them down town. The Eurythmics were on the Radio “Sweet dreams” I turned the volume way up and we bounced to the smooth groove of Annie Lennox. After the song was done one of the girls asked me “Do you go on dates?” I knew what she was talking bout but pretended to be ignorant. “Dates? What do you mean” I asked. Then the girl in the back seat moved in on the girl in the front seat and they started making out. “You guys lesbians?” I asked. The girl in the front said “she’s my wife, it’s been two years.” I applauded them. “So you wanna date?” the girl in the front seat asked. I again asked “date? What do you mean?” Then the girl in the back seat poked her head into the front seat and said “Double blow job. We need to make some money.” I shook my head and said “I don’t pay for that, and anyway I’m driving you for free .” I stated with absolutely no intent on getting a blow job. I just wanted them to be clear on the fact that they were getting to 95st and Jasper for free. They laughed, then the girl in the front seat grabbed me, she tried to get at my cock. I laughed and said “I don’t want a blow job, I don’t swing like that.” She realized that their offer of a double blow job didn’t arouse me. When I got to their destination they wanted me to lend them five bucks for some booze. I said “all the liquor stores are closed, you ladies are just hurting for the rock.” The both tried to say “no” but they knew I was right and they were in denial. The girl in the front seat said “I’ll show my tits for five bucks.” I laughed again and thought about it, I thought about maybe taking a picture and publishing it on taxitalk but I knew that wasn’t going to happen I said “No” then she said “I’ll show them to you for 2$” I again said “no.” They got out and some guy pulled up to them in a VW Jetta I think. They disappeared. Fuck those lesbians all they really want is the shaft and a hard spot.

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It’s not Gods fault it’s yours

taxitruth — Sat, 23 May 2009 15:34:00 +0000

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Satan Rocks the night away while eating your balls

taxitruth — Sat, 23 May 2009 11:20:00 +0000

I am a great writer, at least in my books. I’m an excellent cabby but I think I have to stop driving. No money. In the last two nights I’ve brought home 200$,(20hrs) rent for the taxi is 370$. I have Saturday and Sunday to make taxi rent and try to pay my bills. Not sure if it can be done. The corporate pigs of the world should burn. It’s fate. I picked up a guy, my last fare. He remembered me and called me up, Thank God. The company only sent me four trips in the last two days. Four or five trips in two days is a joke. Well anyway the guy that was my last fare, I’m his favorite taxi driver. The first time I drove him he was with a woman in the back seat. She strung him along pullin his chain but didn’t actually get him off. Well last night he called me from her apartment and guess what? She did it again. Left the poor guy to go home and jerk off. He likes her though. Tease. No fares last night. A few people called me. My personals will help me pay next weeks rent. I’m going to work the whole week all seven days next week. If I still can’t make ends meet I’m out. Ill start collecting welfare until I get my student loans and I start school. Fuck paying huge rent fees so some corporate big wig rips off a bunch of mostly immigrant drivers. The company is no good and your safety is the last thing on their minds. I drove this metal head in this band Carrion Spirit he worshiped Satan. I thought that was cool. Worship Satan people cause God is acting like a bitch lately, sucking off the corporate giants. I think maybe he wants the world to end so he can fuck mother nature again and start all over from scratch. Pig. GOd is really a Dog. Woof. That’s only half true God Is a good thing too I hope, you just have to have faith but faith don’t actually pay the rent. Fuck the world my friends fuck this city.

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Gas prices have gone up 20%, Go Economy devil and killer of life go

taxitruth — Fri, 22 May 2009 10:33:00 +0000

Growing up is hard to do in these troubled times. You’d think. Not true. I drove a girl from high school. She sat down in the car during a Nirvana song, her and her boyfriend. I blasted it. Seeing kids from high school reminds me that I’m not a kid anymore. That chick was a woman. I have a kid, Fuck! I’m a man. Growing up. Sometimes I still feel like a kid, but once you have a kid you grow up. It changes things in a good way and a bad way. The good out ways the evil ten fold. Driving the taxi, I get to see people behaving like kids. Letting the inner demon out. I got to say “no one’s partying. No one’s really letting loose.” It’s a good thing and a bad thing. I need to go back to school. The night life is dry. No good stories. Lies! Tonight I drove a couple of kids that went to “Queen the tribute band.” They said they were the youngsters, they tried to get the audience moving but the people just sat and stared. I drove them up too Stony Plain Road to pick up some rails and a bag-a-dank. They only had seven bucks. They made it to their destination singing “bicycles! bicycles!” Yeah cutting people deals, cause I got one call tonight. Oh a cop car pulled up to me after I dropped off a fare. I was parked in the right lane on Jasper ave, my hazards were on. The fare took a long time to pay. Whatever. He was the second person in the car in three hours. Joey’s on 12st and Jasper. He gets out. Traffic honking at me. I tell the customer to stay safe. Then the SUV cruiser rushes up in the left hand lane and the guy sitting shot gun say’s “you can’t do that.” I look over and the taxi loading zone has a Corvette sitting in it. I point. The cop looks at me, I ask “Can I go now?” then the chick cop driver proceeds and cuts me off in anger. I laugh and thank God I’d didn’t get some bullshit ticket. I’ve never had a problem doing that I don’t think its illegal. I’m so hooked on taxi.

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Gas prices have gone up 20%, Go Economy devil and killer of life go

taxitruth — Fri, 22 May 2009 10:33:00 +0000

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I can’t gamble I’m scared! fucking dirty addict

taxitruth — Sun, 17 May 2009 13:03:00 +0000

I gave another cabby the URL to taxitalk. Something I’ve never really done. Frustrated with the cost of rent. It’s hard to make a living. WEll You can make a living but just barely. I’m not the only one out there I know. I like it though, challenging, mean. This new world. It would be cool to get to travel during this Global Crisis. I bet you’d get great service anywhere on the planet right now. Oh I had a chick puke in her purse. Totally punk rock sweetie. I saw the partition I’m gonna be getting. The new shield. Mmm. New change. Punk rock is comin soon. Walls don’t stop shit. Walls stir shit up. Last night I drove two couples that worked in finance. They were both attractive couples. A mortgage is where it’s at. Yeah I want to start a Union. Rent is too high. I get like ten calls a night from dispatch and only five or six of those trips pan out. I’ve been getting fares that don’t have enough money. People with like eight bucks and it’s a 25$ fare. I take the money and give them a card. Tell them to call me if they every win the lottery. I wonder if that’s the ticket. I love driving the taxi. I want my own taxi. I wish I could ride around whenever I wanted. For Free. I know that’s a stretch but I like it. There was some serious drinking and driving tonight. Prom season. I haven’t had any graduates this year. Who the fuck graduates anyway? Oh yeah I talked to Danaye Maier from the Bear. She was a awesome. I could tell she was a nice person from the sound of her voice.

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No not drunks!

taxitruth — Sun, 17 May 2009 00:44:00 +0000

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No not drunks!

taxitruth — Sun, 17 May 2009 00:44:00 +0000

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Water log 436km

taxitruth — Sun, 17 May 2009 00:02:00 +0000

Last night was interesting. For the first time in a long time I had a fare that was vision impaired. She was an older women, but still a spry cat. She had the white cane. When I asked where she was going she said the name of a prominent strip club. I was in shock. I asked ” what you gonna be doing there?” kinda surprised. She turned to me and said “My son owns the club and I’m looking after it while he’s away on vacation.” A blind woman looking after a dance club full of naked ladies. Cool! She was one of my fist fares. What made the night a little more interesting was the fare right after the woman with the cane, she was a women with a seeing eye dog. What are the chances? Two in a row. The dog was so sweet. He put his face up through the gap in the front seats and I petted his Golden Labrador face. Then the blind woman in the back seat scolded me a bite and said “you shouldn’t touch the dogs when their wearing a harness.” I apologized for touching her companion. There was money to be made last night. People were scarce though, long weekends have become really chill in the city. Lots of people leave so night time drunken traffic seemed down. Not that I didn’t see any assholes on the road. There were a few accidents that I notice involving a head through a windshield. There was this one car I drove by last night. I was with a fare, the car was parked across the road. On the hill right underneath the Shaw Conference Center. Well as the fare and I passed the car we realized that someone was sleeping in the drivers side seat. Just passed out. I asked the fare if they minded if I stepped out on the road to take a photo of the rottenness. They were totally in. As I approached the car another man was also coming up the hill toward the car. He asked me “Who are you?” I said “the taxi driver” then proceeded to take a photo. I was able to snap one off of the situation before the guy told me “stop.” He was dressed in plain cloths “I’m a cop with the EPS, go back to your car and leave this to me.” He looked like a civilian but talked like a pig. I walked back to my car yelling ” fuck, you have your work cut out for you guys and by the looks of things you’re not doing the best job.” I jumped back in the taxi and drove off to the North Side.

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Water log 436km

taxitruth — Sun, 17 May 2009 00:02:00 +0000

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I made this for you because I stayed with my sick son last night Enjoy!

taxitruth — Fri, 15 May 2009 11:39:00 +0000

I got a phone call from the RCMPA
have you guys heard of them?
You guys I was interviewed by Venture Inc about maybe being their video guy
Please cross the fingers

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I made this for you because I stayed with my sick son last night Enjoy!

taxitruth — Fri, 15 May 2009 11:39:00 +0000

I got a phone call from the RCMPA
have you guys heard of them?
You guys I was interviewed by Venture Inc about maybe being their video guy
Please cross the fingers

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MADD Canada the EPS thinks you suck

taxitruth — Wed, 13 May 2009 16:17:00 +0000

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MADD Canada the EPS thinks you suck

taxitruth — Wed, 13 May 2009 16:17:00 +0000

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Where the fuck was she going?

taxitruth — Mon, 11 May 2009 12:25:00 +0000

BMW stuck on stairs from taxitruth on Vimeo.

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It’s gonna be a long long time

taxitruth — Mon, 11 May 2009 10:34:00 +0000

As soon as I get in the cab these days I do my routine. I go circle the west end then move downtown. I gotta boot around like a little rocket man. University is gone. Nothing. That’s a big deal. I’m gonna have to work it a little harder if I want to survive in this industry. It’s like Mars out there, cold as hell. I love the cab. It’s an addiction. One that’s allowed me to see many walks of life. It’s outer space. I picked my first fare up at the bus stop, 102 st and 82 ave south side of the street. He was hitchhiking. I pulled over and asked him ” Where ya going?” He was an old dude, kind of a honky cat. Rig Pig, old enough to be my dad. “I need to find a Best Western. I’ll get cash.” I believed him, and right now it’s worth the gamble. My car is running. I might as well try. We move up to 109st, the Safeway. He goes in and it was closed. The security guard followed him out. He got back in my car. I drove him to the Money Mart on Jasper and 108st. Someone named Daniel sent him the Money order, think he said it was his older brother. While he was getting cash, a bum came up to the taxi. I was right there on the corner of the street. He asked me for Money. I told him “I’m trying to get paid by a hitchhiking crack head rig pig that’s sleeping in the Strat and fucking hookers.” The bum laughed and that Elephant band Turned on the radio, it was a good Boarder song for us. We listened to it. The rig pig came back. He had 50$. He told me that Saturday nights for fighting, he said ” Yesterday I blew 4800$.” Then he said “when you come back from workin you gotta let loose.” I told him smoking crack with Hookers is worse then dancing the crocodile rock. Fuck! I let him off at the corner of Gateway boulevard and 83ave. Told him to get a pack of smokes and go to bed . Buy breakfast in the morning and get on the bus to fort mac.” He gave me 20$, said he’d give me ten but that would leave him with 40$. That’s what he needs to buy a piece. He took off. Goodbye yellow brick road. That dude was a hit in the dark, a candle in the wind. I got 20 bucks. That’s a hustle. Then I drove this 19 year old loner transient Australian kid who told me “Mike Patton A Perfect Twist that’s your song.” Times are tight but nothing beats driving the Sunday night. Things are gonna get better, you know I read it in a magazine. Maybe its about time I pop a Benny and take off on a Jet. I won’t let the Sun go down on me. Not today. Maybe it’ll be nice and I can get a tan. Imagine. Oh imagine this, Rig pig dude picking up cigarette butts off the ground in the same spot I dropped him off two hours earlier. I pulled up and asked “you bought a 30$ piece right?” He looked up and smiled this shit eating grin. Nicotine can be picked up off the streets.

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Shotgun! Don’t worry bout it.

taxitruth — Mon, 11 May 2009 01:48:00 +0000

Economic slow down. You guys know what that smells like. Teen spirit, I had some of that last night. I was picking up one of my first fares. A 19 year old kid. I thanked him from the bottom of my cabby heart for calling a cab. “Thanks man, most people stay away from taxis these days and drive drunk.” The 19 year old looked at me and said “my dad was killed by a drunk driver, it’s something that’s in the way. I can’t drink and drive.” Sad story. Something like that can really drain you, but this kid was cool. He really appreciated me, taxis need the work. I need work so bad I picked up this 26 year old. He was out with his friends at on the rocks when he had a few to many. He got sick. Even thought there hasn’t been any work lately other taxi drivers rejected this guy. His friends told me he was vomity. I could tell. “That’s cool I got convenience bags, like on a plane.” The kid almost filled one. He was a good fare. He barfed in the bag and made it home alive. His friends kinda ditched him, when they threw him into the cab they said “he has a credit card. and if not his mom does.” You know those bastards just wanted to go back to the bar and breed. I had a bunch of girls from a bachelorette party. The bride to be was already gone, I guess she had a few to many too. Well one of the women I let in the car liked me. Her name was Ashley, hot girl. You could tell she was horny, you know in bloom. It’s strange to hear women talk about needing sex. See when guys do it it’s territorial pissings, but when an attractive women talks dirty it’s thrilling. For me at least. I like that come as you are attitude, that openness that makes people feel like maybe they don’t need that lithium. Maybe the world is a decent place after all, not just some sleazy lounge act. Life is more than a pirate feeding his pet Polly some crackers right?

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Shotgun! Don’t worry bout it.

taxitruth — Mon, 11 May 2009 01:48:00 +0000

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short story

taxitruth — Sat, 09 May 2009 18:31:00 +0000

Tonight was another night. I had a good one. I was invited back to the Y after hours. I’ve been living the Zen style, Welcome to wherever you are, kinda thing. I was in the club tonight. I danced. I was offered drugs last week and this week. I’ve been staying clean and well, that’s the thing I’ve been clean for like four years. I watched all the kids in the club get wreaked. Life times, wasted or maybe not. I got there as the club was opening. 3am. You can only get so far in the line up. You can watch kids get all fucked up in that first hour. I stayed for an hour. I danced for most of it. I watch all the kids trying to move to the beat. Some were having a hard time just trying to stand up. The drugs pounding through their bodies with every heart beat. Costa La vista baby. I’m not saying that I can dance but I do sober. It’s sweet. Windows into a different world. I can get the vibe I want off the other people. Without the drugs. I do it in the cab every day. Drugs generate behaviors. Those behaviors are provoked by feelings that are brought on by the drugs. Just mimicking those actions creates those feeling. Drugs real aren’t necessary, especially when you truly understand what”s yours to loose. First and foremost the dancing in an illicit, dirty, seedy, underground club is cool. You don’t have to be high to have fun. If you insist on getting high look further, now what do you see?

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short story

taxitruth — Sat, 09 May 2009 18:31:00 +0000

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Leon of the Okanagan

taxitruth — Fri, 08 May 2009 11:35:00 +0000

Last night started with a fare from downtown to Steel Wheelz. Three kids stocking up on treats to eat after they indulge in a bit of a blunt. I got 20$. First fare made my night look promising. They weren’t going to be knocking any one up. Then a personal call. Cause I’m on call. An old client. I need her. Shes a charmer. Then I drove a couple of drunk guys, one of them was an Oiler. No Joke. Dough Kicklac or something. The guy in the front seat sold pasta sauce. You know Ragoo or something. He said his sauce is the good stuff. For that 30$ pasta. Told me bout growing up in the west end. Kings of that hood. Booting around in the good old Camaro kicking ass. McFearless’s. I’m lucky I got them. They paid for gas. There was nowhere to stop. All stands were full. Top light s On, the black thumbnail of life. I drove by a club that had a dude being arrested in front of it. I backed myself right in there thinking it might attract a fare. Nothing. a good show though. Then I drove a dude named Kim. He asked me for crack. I asked him if a driver has ever hooked him up with a piece. He said “Yes.” I doubted it. He was a gross guy. As we were pulling up to the ATB he touched my arm and said “don’t worry I’m not the runner.” I told him “hurry up.” His hands were dead cold. You people aren’t fans of cold hands are you? My last fare was a woman that was loitering around the Petro-Can I fill up at. People who loiter usually want something. She wanted a ride three blocks away. On the way there she told me the Sheriff kicked her out of this house at 7am. She’s going back to break and enter. I could tell she was a fresh user. I asked if she was using hard or soft. “Hard” I yelled before she could answer.”I’m a nurse” she told me. I told her to get off the crack. Man a couple of weeks on that stuff and your done. You end up in someones trunk. For some people it’s the true love way. For me, my way, I’d live in Arizona or New Mexico and I’d have a half pipe in the desert. It would be my party. I’m moving to Canadas California soon.

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Where the Fuck! do I live?

taxitruth — Wed, 06 May 2009 08:08:00 +0000

I live in a Nation where we need to advertise basic morality. This is the top of the world Baby! ProtectChildren.ca

fight that ticket!
is affordable and the cops that work there quit.

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Where the Fuck! do I live?

taxitruth — Wed, 06 May 2009 08:08:00 +0000

I live in a Nation where we need to advertise basic morality. This is the top of the world Baby! ProtectChildren.ca

fight that ticket!
is affordable and the cops that work there quit.

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Where the Fuck! do I live?

taxitruth — Wed, 06 May 2009 08:08:00 +0000

I live in a Nation where we need to advertise basic morality. This is the top of the world Baby! ProtectChildren.ca

fight that ticket!
is affordable and the cops that work there quit.

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Buddy! move over

taxitruth — Tue, 05 May 2009 09:45:00 +0000

Sunday night my first fare was the same women from last night. She was the one who worked in the massage parlor. Actually that’s where I was called to. The same women. She told me she had one client. “165$, that’s what I made today. Not bad.” I said “Sure I guess.” She told me that a member of a prominent Rub and Tug on 109st and 105ave got AIDS. She was thinking about it out loud in the car, “Imagine if she went bare back, Imagine if I had one of her clients.” I could tell she was scared. I could tell she didn’t always use protection. I had a good night Sunday morning. It was stress free like every Sunday should be. It rained. That was the first bit of rain I’ve seen in a while. Freshened the world up a bit. Summers coming.

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I want to know what love is I want you to show me

taxitruth — Sun, 03 May 2009 11:26:00 +0000

Aaaaha. What a night! Almost all my clients were personal. Lately because it’s slow I focus on picking up personals. In the past the bar rush was six hours long. Now it’s over before it started. My personal are all rocking. I had this women get in. She had something about her. She was older and she was very plain but she let of this … I don’t know. As she walked into the liquor store all the men were watching her move around. She was in and out of there fast. Then when she hit the 7/11 all the dudes tried to stop and talk to her. Weird. She wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. One guy even came up and asked me “Whats her address?” I gave him a bunk location. Then he pulled a stolen pepperoni from his sleeve. He looked at the 7/11 and said “Man that place must loose 10,000$ a month in revenue. I never pay full price.” I laughed. He stood next to the car until she came out. He tried to talk to her he even said “I know you!” She told me ” go, I don’t know this guy.” I left laughing. On the way back to her place she told me ” I work in a massage parlor.” That explained it. She was a hooker. Off duty though. Fuck men can smell it a mile away. Men are pigs. The night was slow. Lots to piss me off. I’m trying something new. I’m trying to live and let live. I’m trying to be zen. I’m trying to stop stressing about money and control. What I do is stay in a good mood. When someone cuts me off and my heart starts to pound I relax. I try to let it go. Really a difficult thing for me. It helps. I’ve been making more money in the zen state. Thinking more rationally. I was having trouble focusing on the blog earlier. Not able to think about anything better then the crappy dispatcher or the worthless pigs. Then I walked upstairs and ate an orange. I mean I actually sat there and enjoyed the orange. The dame fruit was delicious. The texture. Fuck. Then I ate another on. Every time my mind wandered into the no-mans land of anger and misery I would loose the great sensation on eating that orange. I want to live that sensation. I want my life to be so good I want more.

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I want to know what love is I want you to show me

taxitruth — Sun, 03 May 2009 11:26:00 +0000

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I want to know what love is I want you to show me

taxitruth — Sun, 03 May 2009 11:26:00 +0000

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shhh……feel the emotions

taxitruth — Sat, 02 May 2009 12:49:00 +0000

Tonight was not ordinary. I actually had an incredible morning. Well the night started with an excellent meal with a friend a sexy friend. Then I started work around 9 pm. The roads were busy with all those Friday night assholes. It’s weird seeing so much traffic throughout the night. I drove the Inarticulate drunk guy last night from the Bear. He was cool. Not much happened until I got a call from a friend Mr. Dave. Well he had been sitting at his house pounding a few beers back with his boss. When the boss needed a ride home I was the lucky recipient of the phone call. When I arrived I was welcomed by a group of men that had obviously been having a “good” night. I took Dave’s boss home. Nice guy owns an international electrical company or something. The man gave me 100$. Wow. I almost blew a gasket. My night was all of a sudden looking good. Money is tight these days, a 90$ tip goes a long way. Thanks man. Later, and this is the weird one. Donair shop on 82ave and 106st, three dudes get in while I’m rocking Nirvanas “Polly” loud. I tell them to simmer down cause I want to listen to the song, then I blare it. They dig it. Seems I got a fighter in the car, a massive man. A Doctor (General practitioner) and their friend (don’t know what he did). On the way to the Y after hours they wanted to stop at their truck. We stop. The boys get themselves a whiff of special K (Ketamine). All of a sudden they are totally clued into me. They loved the ride so much that when we got to the Y they offered me whatever it took to get me to go in with them. I said “100$” I was joking but bam they gave it up no problem. We entered. So I’m in the dance club with a doctor and a man that is huge. All the women were staring at us. well not me, the guy with the massive biceps. They bought me some water (5$ a bottle) and I sat down in the chill out room. I watched a guy tripping on Ecstasy throw up on the floor. The Y. I talked with my new buddies. They were cool. I think they were out of their element and that’s why they wanted me to come in with them. They had drugs. Lots of drugs (pharmaceutical) and money but they weren’t drug people. Just a threesome of dudes letting loose. I thought it was cool. They took good care of me in that club. I was happy to have been given the opportunity to make a 100$/hour plus dance around a club like a teenager. I left after the hour, my fares stayed. Dudes you guys were the shit, I don’t believe you people stepped into my life like that thanks. As I walked out the club towards my car a girl approached me. She wanted a ride. I could see the line of taxis in front of the after hours club. I asked “Why don’t you take one of those?” She said “you write a blog right? My sister almost had sex in your car once, she said you blogged about it” I smiled and let her in. My night was incredible compared to any other cabby last night for sure. I am so lucky to be me and I love the summer time so party the fuck on kids.

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Faxi Taxi

taxitruth — Fri, 01 May 2009 11:55:00 +0000

Oh I also saw the bastard Gypsy cabby. Hey I snagged a pic. Just look at his greasy mug. The mother fuck is missing his front teeth. You guys tell me what you think of the picture.

So these two guys get in an start talking bout their night. They told me that they had a women walk out on them. I picked them up a a restaurant named “happy family eats” or something. I was dispatched to the trip at 3:30am. “Why did she walk out on you?” I asked. One of the guys turned to me and said “cause I never thanked her for ordering such a great meal.” “Did she pay?” I inquired. He says “No, I paid but the meal was exceptionally good and I guess she was hurt that no one cared to thank her.”
Oh you guys the world is changing. No joke. I like recession. I hope it hits hard. People change during the tough times. People look real. People are loosing their jobs. I paid my “shift rent” today. I didn’t have an envelope I gave my boss a fist full of cash. He counts it and says “rent went up 30$ a week.” I was like “when?” surprised as fuck. “Last month” he said. I owe him a bunch of extra cash. Funny, I was just thinking that rent should be lowered since I can’t get ahead financially. Fuck a trip to the dentist is a tough pill to swallow. I’m getting insured. I need Life insurance. It would suck to get hacked up and tossed into the trunk of my taxi for “nothing.” All in all I can’t think of a better job. Tonight I drove a couple members of the “Cree Clan.” These kids kicked ass. I wish I could link them up. These dudes were just such nice people. They were from the reserve. They opened for a rapper at the Gas Pump. Looked like it sold out cause the Gas Pump was the only place to get a fare. The Empress too. The last Thursday of every month is a Gay Night. Gays are some great people. I’m really actually comfortable with gay men. I try to shoot the shit with them. I’ve driven lots of gay people, my fare share.

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Faxi Taxi

taxitruth — Fri, 01 May 2009 11:55:00 +0000

Oh I also saw the bastard Gypsy cabby. Hey I snagged a pic. Just look at his greasy mug. The mother fuck is missing his front teeth. You guys tell me what you think of the picture.

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Boring work week? then get another job

taxitruth — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 10:38:00 +0000

Move the fuck along is all I can say. When shit gets you down, just get the fuck up. I met this boxer tonight. Young kid. Well he recently came back from a tournament that he won. That’s what he thought. The judges said it was the other guy. The crowd said it was my fare. You guys ever seen Rocky. Now that’s a great movie. When I was a child I would watch Rocky and then go out and kick all the kids asses. I was the toughest mother fucker on the block. I told my Fare (the Boxer) that if he understood his dream by the time he was 19 he should continue to pursue it. Most people have no Idea who they are. Until they die. Most people are followers and zombies. Boxing is a vicious sport. Brutal. It’s not golf. The kid had his head on straight and he inspired me. Tonight I had a weirdo try to take a dump in the car. He would not give me the address he wanted to go to. A bouncer shoved him into my taxi. He wasn’t all that fucked up, he was just a weirdo. I took him to the west end with the intent of dropping him off at the cop shop. I told him to runaway at the red light or pay the fare. He didn’t run till we were a block away from the west end police station. He never succeeded in taking a shit in the back seat. He never paid me. I love Sundays. Hell I Love anytime I’m not stressing. Stress is going to kill me soon, or a passenger with a knife. Screw the world it’s Monday. How is working the day shift anyway? And remember what I told you, take her to the zoo.

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Boring work week? then get another job

taxitruth — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 10:38:00 +0000

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I drove a cop RCMP

taxitruth — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 12:36:00 +0000

The Blog. 101.
I’ve been writing notes on my log, notes that I should blog. Tonight I wrote down Cage the Elephant, Bum-Anus and phone sex. Lots more happened. Unfortunately I can’t really tell you what Bum-Anus is about, I just wrote it down in the Log. Phone Sex is a great little story. Dude gets into my car and says “West end.” Happy dude works the rigs. On the way to his house he gets a phone call. “Hello” Its his girlfriend. She wants to talk to him. He has to explain to her that he’s in the car with the taxi driver and can’t talk. He hangs up. He tells me “I’ve never met her in person but we’ve been having phone sex for six months. I’ve seen pictures, she has big boobs!” I was like “Wow” then I told him he should hook up with her in person. He said ” I know.” He tipped me 5$. Tonight was nice. Smooth. Good music. Cool. I’m trying to relax. I need to step back, writing the blog kind of intensifies the taxi ride. Tonight I was grumpy. I’m weening myself off of sugar and Slurpee’s. Hard Core. Throw the skate board in the trunk. Get old gracefully while trying to succeed in today’s world. I’m going to enjoy the summer. At five in the morning the sun’s already showing his face. And the sun sets, I’ll get one for you guys, a picture.

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Burgalor

taxitruth — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 00:03:00 +0000

Last night the kids were cool. I got the kid that was all high on mushrooms. He ate an eighth of an ounce. Then his friends dared him to drink a mickey of Captain Morgan spiced rum in an hour. They told me he came close but did not finish. He was done in the back seat, as soon as we stopped he ran away. Pent up I guess. I had one cabby steal my fare. There were 6 of them, I said “I can only take 4.” I told them “take a couple of taxis cause no car is gonna take 6 people.” He said “Yeah right!” and they all piled in to the other taxi. The other taxi driver let them in and made me look like a fool. So I took a pic. Looking at it, I won’t publish it. The people that piled into the taxi look like they belong to a prominent powerful gang. Actually I feel like that photo was not the best decision. Last night had some good driving. No one was too out of hand. I think it’s all the check stops the cops are starting to put up. I see one at least once a week. It might not make a big difference on a nightly basis but it changes Edomotonians state of mind about drinking and driving in general. Context Baby! I did not get enough rest today. I just want to sleep the day away. Oh yeah……I did I gotta go to work. Write you later kids. Don’t fucking drink and drive. Get High and walk.

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Burgalor

taxitruth — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 00:03:00 +0000

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Miss Wild I loved you

taxitruth — Fri, 24 Apr 2009 11:57:00 +0000

Finals. Exams. University is on hiatus for a while. Finals mean sex in the car. Passions thrown at loved ones, or just someone else. Anything to forget about the stress. I never stressed over university. Multiple choice is a JOKE. I hope all you kids out there feel educated. They got drunk. Oh I got drunk at Gob you guys. I even gave the lead singer Tom the URL. After the show we took a taxi to my buddies house. We stopped at the Tops Liquor store to get some beer. I was to drunk so I sat outside the store trying to purge some of the booze I had consumed with absolutely no thought of the consequences. So I’m out there when the clerk (I knew it was a tops clerk cause only brown dudes work there) is being thrown around by another guy. The two were fighting over a bottle. The clerk was getting robbed. I was loaded and trying to puke on the corner of the building (to no avail). The perp got away. The bottle of Crown was stolen. The clerk sat on his stoop and stared up at the sky. My friends said they would be witnesses, but Mr.Clerk said “it’s all on camera.” He went back inside. This morning when I woke up I heard on the news that someone killed a man working at a Spa, then robbed a liquor store. When trying to run away he noticed police and blew his brains out. Weird. The guy that robbed the tops liquor man was a white guy. The murder suicide guy was black. That’s what I heard. There were drugs and alcohol involved. Tonight was fun. Kids where finished finals so they where getting loaded. I had fun with everyone. I drove my gangster girl. It’s been a while since I saw her. To tell you the truth I thought she was dead. Well she’s going to jail for at least five years according to her. She was high tonight. She thought the police helicopter was following me. I never saw it but hey. She said she might make it onto Edmonton’s most wanted. That would be cool. Good thing I paid no attention to where I dropped her off.

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Gob Rocked my world

taxitruth — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 13:12:00 +0000

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God someone got paid to produce this

taxitruth — Tue, 21 Apr 2009 07:15:00 +0000

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God someone got paid to produce this

taxitruth — Tue, 21 Apr 2009 07:15:00 +0000

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I still Remember

taxitruth — Tue, 21 Apr 2009 07:10:00 +0000

A man in Jeopardy from taxitruth on Vimeo.
This too
I was there and wrote about it. Learn to swim!

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Globally renowned

taxitruth — Mon, 20 Apr 2009 11:37:00 +0000

After coming home last night I washed my hands. I remember feeling like I just washed the night away. The three grungy drug addicts. The women who just returned to Edmonton from Vietnam. The two men, one a Polish guy I could communicate with and his friend a man that was raised in South America. None of them had anything in common other then I shook all their hands. The first fare was Robin and his crew. The three of them were obviously using drugs and alcohol. No! they weren’t children or young people these guys were veterans. Three suicides. Robin had the money on his bank card (I’ve driven him before, he always withdraws his daily limit and is forced to find a store that gives cash back, like Safeway or Walmart) he was in charge. His crew consisted of a “what looked like”a fifty year old prostitute and a big Indian dude. They were chugging beer. They were working up a massive fare, one they couldn’t pay for unless Robin found a store that would give him cash back. It was already past eleven pm on a Sunday so those stores were all closed. I was getting the feeling that they were going to try to skip the bill. They were to old to run, so the prostitute offered herself as collateral. I wasn’t having any of it. The boys in the back seat laughed when I turned down her offer of love. She was used to it. I drove them around until midnight. The cards withdraw limit is reset at the beginning of a new day. I got paid and they got home safely. I had fun with the old drunks, they were honest people. I could tell they had given up on life. I had to wash my hands after shaking theirs. The women from Vietnam had just returned to North America. She had a baby with a Vietnamese man and never married him. Asians marry people they have children with. She had a hard time assimilating into the Vietnamese culture without having a husband and with a child. She said that if she married the man he would have ended up on the birth certificate and that would have cut her freedom in half. Her husband would have custody of the child and without his permission she could never bring her child back to Canada. She was a strong independent women and global citizen with really nice hands. I wasn’t compelled to go wash my hands after shaking hers. My last fare was a man and his ex brother in law. The ex brother in law was a Polish guy who spoke Polish with me. A language I rarely speak in the Taxi. He was cool. The two were best friends even though the Polish guy divorced the other guys sister. You could tell they were best friends. The other guy was raised in South America. He told me he was shot in Venesuala when he was fourteen. The guy who shot him used a 12 gauge. He said after it happened he woke up at a Shamans house and she healed him. He had the scares to prove it. I asked if I could take a picture but he said “no.” The weird thing was that the dude did not believe in God. He told me the Shaw Women saved his life. I respected his opinion and looked up at the stars and thanked the Almighty that no ones ever shot at me yet.

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Crash your car then fuck, Kronenberg style

taxitruth — Sun, 19 Apr 2009 23:33:00 +0000

So I got pulled over on my way home from work. My registration had expired last month. I got a 230 dollar ticket. I’m happy to see the cops are doing something. I wish I could have had an allergic reaction to PIG. I’m sad to say that’s it’s not pulling over crack dealers. Last night I drove a social worker, can you imagine having to try to re integrate a 13 year old gang member that already killed someone. They do that kind of stuff and sometimes succeed. Last night I kept getting kinky text messages from someone. I called them up and it was a guy. I told him that I’m a cabby and the girl that gave him my number was playing him. He kept sending messages. Dirty ones.I had a good night last night. There was one time that I got kind of frightened. I was sent to a north side address and five huge rig pigs came running out. I told them I can’t take 5. They all got in. Rig Pigs are big and they are bullies. On the way to their hotel they wanted to listen to the bounce and they would not take no for an answer. They asked me how much a whore goes for in Edmonton, I said “25$” and that’s a good one. They said since the economy changed Fort Mac Murry girls have lowered the price to 125$ a fuck. Rig Pigs have sex with prostitutes. If you have a husband up there. Suck him off good or he’ll bring home Gonorrhea. I’m happy I still have no respect for the law enforcement in this city, stay safe and have fun. Oh I have a funny one. This guy gets in and gives me his address, I write it in my taxi log. The guy watches me write it then looks at me ans says “Ukrainian GPS” I fucking busted a gut laughing. OH oh there was also a guy who sky dives he was tripping on some shrooms he told me he was going to jump out of a plane in 7 hours. Tubular.

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Crash your car then fuck, Kronenberg style

taxitruth — Sun, 19 Apr 2009 23:33:00 +0000

So I got pulled over on my way home from work. My registration had expired last month. I got a 230 dollar ticket. I’m happy to see the cops are doing something. I wish I could have had an allergic reaction to PIG. I’m sad to say that’s it’s not pulling over crack dealers. Last night I drove a social worker, can you imagine having to try to re integrate a 13 year old gang member that already killed someone. They do that kind of stuff and sometimes succeed. Last night I kept getting kinky text messages from someone. I called them up and it was a guy. I told him that I’m a cabby and the girl that gave him my number was playing him. He kept sending messages. Dirty ones.I had a good night last night. There was one time that I got kind of frightened. I was sent to a north side address and five huge rig pigs came running out. I told them I can’t take 5. They all got in. Rig Pigs are big and they are bullies. On the way to their hotel they wanted to listen to the bounce and they would not take no for an answer. They asked me how much a whore goes for in Edmonton, I said “25$” and that’s a good one. They said since the economy changed Fort Mac Murry girls have lowered the price to 125$ a fuck. Rig Pigs have sex with prostitutes. If you have a husband up there. Suck him off good or he’ll bring home Gonorrhea. I’m happy I still have no respect for the law enforcement in this city, stay safe and have fun. Oh I have a funny one. This guy gets in and gives me his address, I write it in my taxi log. The guy watches me write it then looks at me ans says “Ukrainian GPS” I fucking busted a gut laughing. OH oh there was also a guy who sky dives he was tripping on some shrooms he told he was going to jump out of a plane in 7 hours. Tubular.

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…..and you guys think I’m Bad.

taxitruth — Sat, 18 Apr 2009 13:11:00 +0000

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…..and you guys think I’m Bad.

taxitruth — Sat, 18 Apr 2009 13:11:00 +0000

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Hairdressers smoke weed that stinks (like fish)

taxitruth — Sat, 18 Apr 2009 11:44:00 +0000

If only every night could be as decent as tonight. It took me back to the beginning of the boom, there was sex, drugs and rock and roll. My first fare came right out of the Stollery Children’s Hospital. The women had three kids with her. Two of them should have had a car seat but you know cabs don’t use car seats with kids. She didn’t even strap them in she just threw them in the back. Well her 17 year old son was upstairs with his new child. The women I was driving was a grand mother, her teenage son was the proud father of a premature baby boy. The babies mother is 16. She tried to take him out of the Preemie unit, the nurses said that she couldn’t take the child because the baby was still recovering so the 16 year old mother abandoned it. The boy watching the new born upstairs right now isn’t 100% certain that the baby is his, the Grand Ma told me that they were still waiting on the DNA test. The possible other father is the Mothers new boyfriend. After she abandoned her premature child in the hospital she went and smoked meth with her man. This girl has already had three abortions. The women I drove was so proud that her 17 year old son stepped up to the plate of fatherhood without question and judging by the circumstances I was proud of the teen too. If all men could be so stoic. Tonight was awesome, all my personals blew me away, they treated me so well. My last fare was good too. She was a married women who is in the proses of a separation. I asked “why?” She told me she that her and her husband got pregnant but then she miscarried and she was devastated and the husband was happy. He has two children from a previous marriage so it was no skin off his back. His current wife on the other hand had an abortion when she was 17 so this lose hit her close to her heart. Her husband an ex Jehovah’s witness did nothing to comfort her so she slept with his best friend to find some solase. No one knew until she broke down and told her husband (a man who renounced his religion , wife and children) that she cheated on him. Hence the separation. I dropped her off back at their place. It was 4:30 in the morning, what do you guys think happened? O.k now it’s time for rock and roll. I saw a women walking up Whyte ave, I asked her if she needed a taxi. She said “I’m looking to make a couple bucks.” I wondered what she meant. Sorry now it’s time for the Rock and Roll Jake Ian folky, and the Old Wives Club the dude I drove has a wife that’s a lesbian and she is hot as hell. And this guy was with Greater than giants, Everyone Everywhere. Fucking Right, Peace!

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Hairdressers smoke weed that stinks (like fish)

taxitruth — Sat, 18 Apr 2009 11:44:00 +0000

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Block Parent

taxitruth — Fri, 17 Apr 2009 11:23:00 +0000

Why would anyone sit in a line this long? Come on it’s not like we’re Communists!

I had three calls last night. It was officially a lifeless night. DEAD. Dozens of taxi drivers were ready to cut their wrists. Well my last fare was this autistic bar tender from small town Alberta. She was interesting because she had been smoking pot since she was a seven year old. I asked “How?”She said ” Small town Alberta, lots of grow-ops and because I was autistic and my dad was a teacher he was ashamed of me so I was pretty much allowed to do whatever I wanted.” Smoking dope at seven, that’s a new one for me. She also told me about a blind man that sits in Galaxy land in West Edmonton Mall. She said “he once came up to me on the bus and told me he was arrested for being a peeping tom. But he’s blind right? Wrong it’s a dirty charade.” I thought that was a cool story, so if you ever see a blind guy in the women’s washroom in West Ed remember that you can never underestimate a greasy peeping Tom. Hey guess what? There was a murder at the Klondiker. Where’s that? you ask. It’s the Jasper place Hotel. Yep you heard it here first. Oh and there is going to be a new taxi company soon. The taxis are gonna be red. The owner of airport taxi wasn’t making any money since the airport driver started a union. Those sneaky people trying to feed their families. Well the airport taxi contract is up in a year so the owners gonna get rid of that company and start a new one that’s more lucrative. I hope that he does well, unless he mistreats people then he can rot in shit. The company I work for is the oldest in the city, we are King. Guess that makes me ………

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Block Parent

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Block Parent

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Celexa? Wellbutrin, Sex…….what is it?

taxitruth — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 10:50:00 +0000

Rock stars do not wait in line!

Tonight was the first night of my work week, aah and what a night. My first fare was a native women with a guy on their way to the Lodge Motor Inn on Stony Plain RD. I want to mention her because she told me about one of her finest moments in life. About ten years ago she was in Hinton Alberta in a Motel. She said she had a big bag of Glass(Meth), a pocket full of cash, every drawer in the room filled with bottles of beer and to top it all of huge sac of mushrooms. She told me this story because as she recalled it was one of the finest moments of her life. What’s yours? Mine is the birth of my Sun. Not many fares after Mrs.LodgeMotor. I was cruising up 82ave when I spotted the boys from Ten second Epic. I had to pull over and wish them a happy tour. They were really nice to me and so I continued up 82 ave. I got another fare. A dude right out of jail, I told him that I had been feeling really angry since the economy crashed. He told me “if you got someone to love, and you got something you want to achieve plus your freedom you ain’t got nothing to worry about.” He was right. I got all those things. One of my last fares was a boy raised by a couple psychiatrists. We had a lot in common, except he was 18. We went to the same high school, and I shared the same type of extracurricular activities as him in my past. Lately I feel 18 again, I feel lost unaware of my destination in life. Over the past couple of weeks I’ve been smacked by some solid depression. I feel like things are falling out of my control. I don’t feel safe on the road. I can’t make money. No one cares. So I’ve decided that I’m going to look this adversity right in the eye and be positive. I no longer want to be negative I want to be positive. So after I dropped the psych kid off I parked my car across the street from Filthy McNasties. That’s where the boys from Ten Second Epic party and trust me they draw a crowd. It was the only bar in the city with patrons. I sat there and took photos. I was checking out my work when someone opened the door and sat down. I looked up and saw the lead Guitar player “Dan” from Ten Second Epic. He knows who I am so I asked “Did you know that this was my cab?” He said “No, but hey whats up?” I told him “I don’t believe I got one of you guys randomly.” We chatted and he made it home safe. That made my night. Tonight was a pleasure.

I have been lucky enough to drive everyone in the band except the lead singer. They rock guys so if you have a chance go and see them it’s worth it.

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Celexa? Wellbutrin, Sex…….what is it?

taxitruth — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 10:50:00 +0000

I have been lucky enough to drive everyone in the band except the lead singer. They rock guys so if you have a chance go and see them it’s worth it.

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Right back at ya!

taxitruth — Wed, 15 Apr 2009 05:19:00 +0000

My view at night from taxitruth on Vimeo.
Someone thought this video was unsuitable for you tube. It shows a violent act on 82nd ave in Edmonton. The authorities never showed up even though it was in a very public location. I produced this to show Edmontonians what’s happening on our streets. To me this clip depicts a lack of police presence. I would like the authorities to acknowledge that fact, that currently they are not up to par. This clip shows that, if not by the violence itself then by the public agreeing with me that the cops should have been there. I have additional footage of the event. The bar it started at. (it would be a great add) I have footage of the bouncers at that bar allowing the fight to continue and not calling the authorities. This type of occurrence is caused by ignorance. The only one hurt was an innocent female bystander. Who do you blame? Maybe it’s society, but hey don’t shoot the messenger, I’m just doing what my gut tells me to do.

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taxitruth.wordpress.com

taxitruth — Tue, 14 Apr 2009 08:44:00 +0000

TaxiTruth

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Scott McCord thank you for being my rock and roll last night

taxitruth — Sun, 12 Apr 2009 15:59:00 +0000

HEy I also won 4 tickets to GOB at Show girls
WHo should I take?
I don’t think I got 4 friends.
Scott McCord
I’m really being to nice to the fat bastard

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Pink Sox

taxitruth — Sun, 12 Apr 2009 14:48:00 +0000

So what’s up on this night. So much it’s overwhelming. I think the key cause of my stress lately is financial. Not getting what you deserve makes people want to go out and fist one another, get it? Probably not. I drove a professional paint baller tonight from Edmonton Impact. What an awesome person. You would think that someone that shoots paint balls at others for a living might have a mean streak. I didn’t see one, I liked the dude. I also drove around a bunch of kids that were munching on the Mushrooms. They were having a blast, well most of them. One guy just couldn’t get high. He ate and ate the fungus but still nothing. His buddies were too loopy to care. I also drove the guy who actually saw the individual who did the shooting at the fox last summer, I’m only mentioning it because I was interviewed by Scott Fralick, here is the link. Violence Downtown. The guy told me the shooter was a brown guy. I also had another encounter with 911. O.k so I’m making my way up 109st with a fare, he was messed up. We were going to the Y. At about 109st and 79 ave some guy was trying to pass me on the outside lane, which would have been fine if there wasn’t any pylons signaling the fact that the road is undergoing some construction. The guy just plowed into the construction zone. I looked at his face amongst all the flying debris. The guy was angry and in my opinion he did it on purpose. Well he broke most of the lights on the front end of his truck and the car stalled. He pulled onto a one way with the broken down truck. I followed him, my fare memorized the plate number then we called 911 and I started filming. I recorded the whole conversation. The guy got out of the truck and started to walk back to the debris scattered all over the road. My fare and I followed, I continued to film the bad guy, drive the car and speak to 911. I kept asking where the police are? Why is there no check stops? What are the reasons for the lack of crime prevention in Edmonton. My questions fell on dead ears, the female dispatcher would not and probably could not answer them. The EPS is having internal issues but they won’t admit it. Anyway the guy starts to pick up and put back all the construction signs. It took the cops so long that he more or less was able to make it look like he didn’t do anything to the road work area. His car on the other hand wouldn’t start and he could not change that. The asshole couldn’t runaway. It took the EPS about 12 minutes to make it to 109st and 80 ave. A block off Whyte(the busiest and most dangerous bar hopping street in Alberta). This actually happened about 3 blocks from where buddy burn alive about three weeks ago. When one female cop showed up about 5 more cruisers showed up. I began to understand why they are so slow and incapable. The female officer was the only one talking to the criminal. All the other guys stood around talking sometime even sharing a laugh. I had to get out of my car and ask if I could take my passenger to his destination. The officers made me wait till they finished their joke. When they finally approached my ride they told me that the guy was having an allergic reaction to a peanut butter bar. Lies! They said he has an ambulance on the way. I asked “does someone who’s having an allergic reaction and is incapable of controlling his vehicle smash up the road then get out and pick up the mess?” The officer said “Yes.” He also said ” He could also just be a bad driver.” Fuck that. I gave them my number and asked for the police officers name so I can call and ask about the final verdict. (the guy fucking ate a peanut he was allergic to, to get off, and he will cause justice is a whore) My last fare on the other hand was a group of women going to Sherwood park and they brightened the night up for me. Just the happiest people in the world. Good looking too. They Made me feel like a hundred bucks. They put me back on my cabby pedestal, thank ladies.

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Judas, Judas, Judas

taxitruth — Sat, 11 Apr 2009 12:07:00 +0000

Who missed me last night? Good? That makes me feel worthy. I had a pretty below average night again. I don’t know, maybe I should have worked Thursday but I just wasn’t feeling it. I guess it was a good night. Friday was like a Tuesday during the booms peak. Hey Albertans remember the boom. About two years ago when everyone and his mother moved here to get a piece of the pie and ended up taking it from you. Ha! That’s the way the cookie crumbles. Tonight I got jacked and it was not in your conventional way. I troll around looking for flags. It’s the way I like to make my money. So I spot this asshole flagging in front of the Funky Pickle. It’s past 4 am and the pizzeria is all locked up. I’m pulling over when some random sedan backs up on 82 ave and picks up this kid. The other car was an ex Co-op taxi and the driver was stealing my fare, from right in front of me. The asshole low balled me and took the kid home. I followed him and got the plate. Picking people up without a permit is illegal. I contacted my dispatch and asked what I could do about it. The worthless dispatcher had no Idea. I drove up to the cop shop and demand an answer. The Operator (the police station was closed too, I had to use a phone that was located on the outside of the building) gave me this number 780 496 5244. Taxi bylaw officer and hopefully enforcer. I’m going to get a hold of her and figure out what I can do to become more involved in my profession and the issues that surround it. I was on my way back to my car when I ran into a couple other drivers. I told them why I wear a camera around my neck all the time. It’s like my gun, people are forced to clean up their act around it so I like to point it at assholes. I’m not afraid of the camera because I behave the same for everyone except around children and really old Grand Mothers. The same foul language the same everything. I know they appreciate it because almost everyone that sits in my taxi enjoys the ride. Most of my readers are people who have been entertained by my rants in the back seat. I guess that’s why I rarely get picked on about my ability to write. People who criticise the blog without ever actually getting into the taxi have no Idea what they are doing. The truth is the blog is nasty, lots of times what I deal with is nasty but anyone exposed to it from my back seat will see it the way I see it night in and night out. I tell almost all my clients to comment, I even tell them to please tell me if it stinks. It’s never happened. Only a person that’s never been on a ride with me would have the audacity to think they could talk shit about who I am. If there is one thing I kick ass at it’s getting you home safe through a world filled with shit. I Plow through that shit with my crown Vic and I make passenger feel like they know me. Like they’ve known me for a long time. Like the ride home was their destiny. Tonight I had a fare who I gave a ride to about three years ago. She remembered me, she remembered the conversation. That’s worth so much to me. Well anyways I met those drivers and I told them about the CBC stuff, the burning alive guy and how the gypsy taxis are eating up our business. One of them looked at me and said I have become an activist and that I should be careful because the Police are going to start trying to break me down. I’m not scared of them. The cops are a joke because the judicial system is a joke not each individual cop. What makes individual cops so insignificant is that they aren’t trying to change anything. They’re like the rest of the world, just sitting around expecting everything to change for them. That’s what makes them so worthless, that they just force us through the shit without making us feel safe. Like eating shit is our destiny. At least that’s the way I feel and I’m the only little white boy out there driving a taxi cause he wants to and isn’t scared. My opinion is for sure unique and I swear I’m just being honest. Like this song, it’s about a women check it out………………<

I watched this fight for a good chunk of time. It happened on 105st and 82 st during prime time. I guess the cops were celebrating the rebirth of Christ. I ate fish even. No meat on Good Friday. No Kisses either, but we all gotta eat.

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Judas, Judas, Judas

taxitruth — Sat, 11 Apr 2009 12:07:00 +0000

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Macewanblogcamp.fuck you

taxitruth — Tue, 07 Apr 2009 05:08:00 +0000

This is a defensive school
it’s understood that the school of Grant Mac is………

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Rejoice again and again

taxitruth — Sun, 05 Apr 2009 13:22:00 +0000

Wee haw. What a night. The temperature is getting warmer every day. I love it. People are out a lining up to get into the clubs. Life is flourishing. Tonight I called 911 on this drunk fuck and to tell you the truth the operator on the other line was magnificent. He was able to keep me calm and even diverted my attention from the lack of police presents on the streets by telling me that the reason police don’t pull over drunk drivers on a regular basis is because they are busy swallowing all the chiefs cum. I’m not telling the truth but the Curb the danger guy was nice and reassured me that the police are really trying to prevent all the street abuse. I really hope so. Tonight I picked up this lesbian from the gay club “play”. She was crying because none of her friends showed up to her thirty seventh birthday party. Not one. So I gave her the pack of smokes someone left in the car and a free ride home. People have been especially nice to me lately. I’ve been a sour apple for the last little while. I’ve been just raging. Well tonight was the last night. I no longer can drive around putting myself under such stress. So what? the roads are full of drunks, crack heads, drug dealers, ignorant cops and all around retarded human beings, who cares? It’s my new attitude “I don’t care.” I can’t wait till the next time I see a cop drive past a women about to be raped, I’m going to drive right past too, and think to myself “She probably deserves it.” Then I’ll laugh just like the pigs. It was really nice tonight, after my anger subsided I was able to relax and enjoy the morning. My last fare told me “Just stay positive and all will be good.” I told them I’d write a post that is happy and forgiving. How did I do? Hey did you know that Kurt Cobain blew his head off like fifteen years ago today. Fuck I’m getting old but the Oilers won and Britney Spears is coming tomorrow.

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Rejoice again and again

taxitruth — Sun, 05 Apr 2009 13:22:00 +0000

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check stop-Jasper 124st- Africa

taxitruth — Sat, 04 Apr 2009 12:49:00 +0000

Ha hahahahah that’s my evil laugh. Tonight I dropped by the Grant MacEwan College. They were putting on a blog boot camp. There is a link but I don’t know it. Well I dropped in and presented all the organizers with my card and the URL to the taxitalk. Well they announced it to the room of marathon bloggers. One of the people participating stepped up and said “Hey I’m “Ben” I read your blog.” I was tickled pink. Well all the people there were cool. That’s what I though. A few hours later I got a phone call from Ben, the kid who read my blog he said to me “A great injustice has accrued, The boot camp was a contest for a Mac book. Whoever received the most hits got the book. I got over 220, the winner of the Mac book only got 202.” He was robbed. Those bastards stole his Mac book. Ben, life is a bitch. Last night I had to drive around a lot of ungrateful assholes, except as soon as they sat in the back of my Cab their lives went from empty, boring and ugly to “Hey we have a magical cabby!” Yes kids I am more then just and asshole that drives a cab I’m a ……pansy that needs to get a better education but not at that two faced school Grant MacEwan College. I heard they treat people from other countries like nobodies. My last fare was a 16 year old, cooked! out of her mind on something. Her diabetic friend decided to stay home and not go visit with a bunch of twenty somethings. I can never understand how adults can chill and do drugs with children. This 16 year old told me she had a rough week. For some reason I said “pregnancy” she said “yes I just had an abortion, my boyfriend wasn’t ready. We broke up.” Yeah and you killed a baby. I don’t care what you pro choice mother fuckers think a 16 year old should not be allowed to have an abortion and then turn around and go fuck another worthless jerk off that feeds her illicit drugs. For all I know that kid in her ignorant gut was the new Jesus sent here to burn down the establishment.

I might be a hypocrite. This might be endless

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check stop-Jasper 124st- Africa

taxitruth — Sat, 04 Apr 2009 12:49:00 +0000

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Whooreallure for men

taxitruth — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 11:48:00 +0000

Its been too long since my last post. Last night my first fare had no money was drunk and high as a mother fucker. He jumped on the hood of my ride then rolled off and into the mud. He did not even make it into the car. Then while minding my own business in my lane I spotted a speeding Mercedes in the rear view. Since we’re in a recession and I have nothing better to do I signaled into the speeders lane. Totally legit. The bitch behind me blew a gasket. She wanted to get in front of me so bad. I had a smile on my face. Nothing like pissing off a rich bitch while you’re not making any money. Well she eventually made it into the lane next to me. She pulled up “You think that’s defensive driving I’m gonna report you to….” she began to threaten me. She shut her trap as soon as I pointed my Canon G10 at her face and said “I’m filming you.” Nothing like getting a rich twat to shut her pie hole. Lol. She was no longer such an asshole driver either. Funny how cameras shut people up. They’re like guns but without the jail sentence. Tonight the Union Hall gives out free money. They actually hand the customer a 20$ bill. Tonight it was only a 10$ bill but still “Free money.” So I dove these kids to Lister hall. They were all happy because a crew of them gathers and collects as much cash from the Bar as they can get and then they leave. Last week they made 80$ so they bought a quarter of the Kush “Tuna”. Last night they did not make the whole 80$ but they made enough to buy a bag and pay me. All right boys fuck the Union Hall they’re a Capital stand.

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Whooreallure for men

taxitruth — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 11:48:00 +0000

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Not Yet

taxitruth — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 12:05:00 +0000

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You are not the cure, ther is none

taxitruth — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 11:16:00 +0000

Someone recently told me that if I really like driving a taxi so bad I’m gonna have to ride this bad economy out and wait for the good times to come back. Fuck that. I love driving people around not the taxi. I love being on the road and seeing life first hand. I drove this scientist tonight. She studies the effects viruses have on the brain. HIV imparticular. She told me that people infected with the HIV complain about how their peripherals hurt. That’s all the brain sending messages. I think our society has HIV. I think our social immune system is gone. We have no morals anymore. Those that do are always in pain cause no one cares. The cops were a joke today. A real joke. I don’t understand what’s happening on the streets. It’s more then just the economy it’s the people. The cells. They are tainted. We are tainted. I can’t wait till everything falls apart, maybe then my sun can rebuild this world and have a chance to live in a real human-virus free society. Maybe then. Fuck when is that bastard Jesus coming back to have his revenge. I bet you he’ll have red eyes and lasers. Is it cool watching the world die or what?

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You are not the cure, ther is none

taxitruth — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 11:16:00 +0000

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Imagine his face…….

taxitruth — Sat, 28 Mar 2009 11:28:00 +0000

That wasn’t you. Was it? Strange night. It’s getting hard to judge if the financial situation is getting any better. Less people out, but there is still enough. Gas is getting more expensive. There’s a bastard crunch. I secretly like when gas goes way up. Those big trucks you see, that arrogance disappears. My style of driving stays the same. I have been using between 30 to 50 liters of gasoline a night(sometimes more) for almost four years. I am a consumer and I’m getting older. I fucking love to drive. Taxis are cool, but my taxi guzzles gas and I don’t care. Tonight just ended at three am. Nothing. No more fares. So I pulled up to the Y after hours. ugly place. This little chick was standing on the road, I pull up she gets in. Gives me a south side address. On the way there she starts yelling about how no man was going to yell at her. The bouncers said she was fucked up and kicked her to the back of the line. She got hurt and jumped into my cab. Her phone rings “I told you guys I was leaving, no one cared. You want me to come back? NO Man screams at me! You really want me to come back? O.k.” I turn the car around and head back. “The Y’s dangerous stay safe” I tell her. It was my last ride. When i returned to the Y after hours to drop her off there was a line up of about 20 taxis. WHO fucking lines up? It’s what you do when you’re desperate. I never line up. I drive further away. Sometimes risks don’t pay off. I used to go to Therapy.

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Imagine his face…….

taxitruth — Sat, 28 Mar 2009 11:28:00 +0000

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Eve forgot the title

taxitruth — Fri, 27 Mar 2009 11:40:00 +0000

Tonight was the shit. I was expecting a world filled with drunk drivers, whores and shitty street corner tambourine shakers. I got to witness the cops actually stopping drunks tonight. I have this suspicious feeling that people in the mainstream media are reading the blog. Since I wrote about the farm house last week dozens of articles have sprung up in the Journal about cops turning a blind eye to crime. Well whatever it was it made a difference tonight. I hope that the traffic police continue to behave the way they did last night. It was a pleasure. Plus with all the intoxicated drivers getting their cars taken away I got to drive home the idiot passengers that were expecting a drunk ride home. The thing about people not expecting to take a cab is that they tend to have no money. Some twit kid, high as a kite on the blow and so loaded that he had spittle all over his designer cloths gave me a Nixon watch for a ten dollar fare. The watch is worth 225$. He had to break into his buddies house because buddy was under arrest for driving impaired. See cops I’ll tell the people when you actually do your work. Keep it up you guys might make this a decent city after all. Now you would think a 225$ watch would make my miserable little life good right, well it gets better. Last night I pulled up to the Urban Lounge, I got a flag. It was some long haired dude. He had that sweet sounding Southern accent. Fuck I dig that noise. So I knew he was not from Edmonton. Turns out he was from Mississippi. He was really upset when he got in so I made him laugh. Then I pulled up to his tour bus. the Mother fucker was from Saving Able. I got to get on the tour bus to take some pics to prove to you guys that I met the drummer Blake. What a cool guy. Well the next fare I got was these two sexy soccer players from Lethbridge Alberta. I was so excited to have driven a rock star I told them. One of the girls was not surprised. Do you know what she told me? “I slept with the guitar player.” Fuck! I thought I counted but my first fare after meeting the drummer was a chick that got nailed by the guitar player. What are the chances?
I have this personal who reads me. Well while he was in Mexico he met this sexy nurse, she caught him reading my blog and said “I read taxitalk too.” He said “I’ve been in his taxi.” She thought that was great. Tonight I drove the two of them. Sexy nurse lady said she was expecting me to be some sort of muscle head but I was just little old me. The posts can get rough in this economy, but trust me there is more sex, drugs and rock and roll to come just keep coming back cause this blog helps me feel like a productive human being. Remember if your life sucks it’s your fucking fault. Now listen to this and Keep6.

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Eve forgot the title

taxitruth — Fri, 27 Mar 2009 11:40:00 +0000

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Death is Here

taxitruth — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 09:54:00 +0000

So I was thinking about exploiting something cause tonight I only had three fares and one of them paid me with his birth certificate. His name was John.

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Death is Here

taxitruth — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 09:54:00 +0000

So I was thinking about exploiting something cause tonight I only had three fares and one of them paid me with his birth certificate. His name was John.

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I’m being watched!

taxitruth — Tue, 24 Mar 2009 05:23:00 +0000

Eat Zombies

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I’m being watched!

taxitruth — Tue, 24 Mar 2009 05:23:00 +0000

Eat Zombies

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K.O. We have a crack den, score

taxitruth — Mon, 23 Mar 2009 09:43:00 +0000

Hey, hey, hey. What’s up boys and girls? I bet you all of you stayed in last night. Good for you. It was slow. I got a text last night form a fare. She manages a business, well anyway one of the guys that works for her was one of the three gay guys that had oral sex in my back seat. Small world. I’m getting around like a little slut, that’s for sure. So tonight I had this women, a native lady tell me she almost killed another girl in the boxing ring. She said it scared her so bad she had to hang up the gloves. I told her she was deadly and she should go back in the ring and kick some serious ass. Oh and I drove this dude, he got in on 124t and 102 ave. He was going to the Jasper place, he had no money. I’m a generous guy on Sunday nights. Well he told me this story. He said “One of my Roommates ripped off this nigger on 107 ave bout two weeks ago. For the crack you know. Well they retaliated, they drove by our house and unloaded 57 bullets into it. I slept through the whole thing.” Fuck imagine stealing crack and then having people come to your house and shoot it up.It’s been slow so that’s it. I’m tiered. If you want me to wake up, rip off some gangster on 107 ave and tell him you live at …

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Just because you love it don’t mean you have to like it

taxitruth — Sun, 22 Mar 2009 17:11:00 +0000

Sunday morning is nice. Religious. I had an uneventful evening a grumpy early morning. I saw some guy get beat up. My personal clients ruled. The kids on cough syrup were cool too. I snagged a pic of the dilated pupils. Man don’t you wish you were 19? Oh you are. Well then grow up and get a girl pregnant so your life is over. I love the sun. I love snow storms. I took some professional pictures yesterday. When I showed them off in the car I was asked by someone to do some head shots. God thanks for Sunday. Last night my bad behavior was accepted by the public. All I did last night was drive around cursing out the cops, the bars, the radio stations, and the girls. I drove fast last night. This weekend was kind of a topsy tervy one. I did suport a local musician who was selling his record Corvid Loraxcheck it the fuck out. Peace people. Remember you are the cure against bad driving. The Canadian government paid me to tell you that. If you cut me off I’ll shoot you asshole.

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four legs and a gun good, two legs bad

taxitruth — Sat, 21 Mar 2009 10:28:00 +0000

Constable Napoleon is a worthless mother fucker. Him and Chief Snowball do nothing but jerk each other off. The whole time drunk drivers cruise around the city causing chaos the pigs just sit around and guzzle their mash laced with greed. I was almost killed dozens of times tonight. The first day of spring seems to have given birth to a world filled with drunk drivers and ignorant pigs. The writing on the barn wall is beginning to change and most of the animals have no idea because they put blind faith into the system that’s run by swine. Oh and they’re sheep. Pigs are brain workers, worthless apple eating pieces of shit that do nothing but sit there and ponder how unimportant their jobs are. The last I checked the law said drinking and driving is illegal, but last night I witnessed so much of the opposite that I think the rules changed. Our city is an awful dirty mess. I know it’s hard for the people behind the law to understand but that’s because they are ignorant rat bastards. The guys behind it all are the type of animal you just can’t educate, they are wild. They are criminal. You are allowed to drink and drive in Edmonton Alberta. The bigger your truck is the faster you are allowed to move. I was thinking about how I can make the pigs understand that the streets are not being maintained. The only way I see it is, if someone gets real drunk gets in his truck and slams head on with a Pig cruiser. Maybe then the animals that watched the guy get in his truck and drive off will realize that it’s not the drunks fault it’s the systems. For creating a Police force of invalid cops. The only problem with that lesson is that you don’t even see pigs on the road. The only thing that drunk asshole is destined to hit will be some poor innocent cabby trying to feed his family. He’ll wind up dead, the drunk will survive. The Pig will pull up to the scene with his face covered in Pig Mash (Tim Horton’s) and say “what a shame I just saw that drunk driving badly up the road but I was to lazy to give a shit because I fell asleep in the Farm House. Hahaha check stops are out of the question because they are just to much work. We don’t prevent crime. Us pigs we salute criminals in the city.” They do, that is until somebody runs into their families car, drunk, fuck who cares. We all go to Sugarcandy Mountain when we die.

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black forest ham

taxitruth — Fri, 20 Mar 2009 11:02:00 +0000

Tonight, tonight was another Thursday night. Not too eventful. I had this one fare, she gets in and says “South Bend Motel.” The Fare looks about 17. Young and strung out. In a deep haze. You could tell. I asked her where she was from. “Grand Prairie. Can I smoke?” I said “Sure”. Then I see her in the rear view, crouching down low in the seat. I do the shoulder check and sure enough there she is heating up the crack pipe. I didn’t say anything, I just rolled down the window so she could exhale the toxic fumes. Then I said “I thought you meant a cigarette.” She just smiled and took another hit. Crack head. She smelled like a young prostitute. I got her out. Room 30 at the South Bend on Calgary trail. As I was pulling away from the grimy motel I noticed another women flagging me down from room 13. I pull up and before i could even say anything a little lady jumps in the cab and say “here is 5 bucks for pulling over, you can go.” The lady was tweaking like a son of a bitch. High as a kite. So I’m sitting there and she’s telling me to go but she ain’t getting out. She was too strung out to realize how she was behaving. She kept asking me “close the window, look the doors.” Then she told me “I used to be a prostitute but I don’t do that anymore.” Then she gave me 15 bucks and told me to get her a pack of smokes. I did. When I came back her and the John were ready for me to take them through the McDonald’s drive through for some milk shakes and a coke. I was given a switch blade as collateral. The women insisted on tipping the drive through boys 20 dollars. She asked me what I wanted I said ” I already have my hands full with you.” She laughed and said “then we’re gonna need a condom.” That was kinda of scary but I laughed at her. She smelt like a working girl too. I gave her back the knife. After the two of them got out I felt like I was hung over from being exposed to so much crack headedness. Spring is here kids, and with it come horniness. No joke, spring seems to be the time women go crazy for men. I’m guessing it’s about being possessed in the sun or something. Life’s good kids go get laid use some condoms. Stay safe and avoid the fucking crack, the motels, the whores and the knifes cause there is so much more to this world other then sex and violence. It’s just that the sex is so good with the violence right.

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It Ain’t Gonna Lick Itself

taxitruth — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 05:25:00 +0000

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It Ain’t Gonna Lick Itself

taxitruth — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 05:25:00 +0000

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It Ain’t Gonna Lick Itself

taxitruth — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 05:25:00 +0000

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Post Man

taxitruth — Mon, 16 Mar 2009 11:54:00 +0000

I drove this stripper tonight. She got in and the first thing she said was “Oh my God you’re a fucking white dude!” I looked back to see a seventeen year old looking girl talking to her friend on her cell phone. She told me where she was going. We started talking. She was still talking to the dude on the cell too. She said “I like to have someone on the line with me. You never know taxi drivers can be creepers.” She was right. I asked her what she does. “I’m a stripper” she yelled, “you couldn’t tell?” I said “you look seventeen.” We both laughed. On the way to her house she kept giggling about how I was a white guy driving taxi. She even said I was driving my dads cab. Then she told me that she is Bi Polar. I said “I’m Bi Polar too.” Well I was diagnosed as bipolar, but fuck what do doctors know. At least psychiatrists. She told me that she had been committed once, I laughed and told her I was committed twice. It was a sweet ride, even though she had some dude on the phone for the whole time. Is a stripper a whore?????………. That’s a toughy. I also had this girl show me her belt buckle it said “It’s not gonna lick itself.” Then she took off her pants. I took a picture. It’s not x-rated and it’s kind of artsy. Ill have it up soon, this PC I’m using is having a hard time dealing with my SD card my mac is in shop.

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What’s the difference

taxitruth — Sun, 15 Mar 2009 12:07:00 +0000

Men the women were fucking horny tonight. One after the other, so many girls in the car crying out “I need a man.” I got lucky tonight, I did good. I made a shit load of cash. Thank God the recession is over. No probably not, but tonight was one of the better nights of the last two and a half months. Edmonton really looked good. I love the nights when people are out and getting hammered and then fist fighting for a taxi. Only God can paint that kind of picture. Or maybe it was the Oilers game. So the ladies were having trouble getting the guy down their pants. Strange! not really, who doesn’t know that Alberta’s blue collar boys aren’t in to one night stands. I had a fare out to SheerWood park. Two girls, one of them was almost in tears that she did not bring home a boy from the bar. Her Friend told her to get a boy toy, and whenever she needed some action to just call him up. Her friend is in the middle of a divorce, she also left her camera and cell in the car. I can’t wait to see her again. My last fare was another couple. They had ordered two taxis. I showed up first. I had no Idea it was a two taxi deal, so when they asked me if there was another taxi on the way I said “No.” They both got in, they were both going to different ends of the city. The women was unbelievably attractive. Bomb shell. She gets and says to me “I’m going to be the highlight of your night.” I told her bout the blog. She told me that she’s going to get her boyfriend from the West Edmonton Mall. It was 4:30 am the mall was closed. I said “Your dude is drunk sleeping in his car and your going to drive him home right?” She smiled and said “I can’t drive stick.” The drunk guy was going to drive her home. She was a very outgoing women. She told me and the guy in the back seat that she is head over heels for this guy. She said “He has me wrapped around his little finger.” She was so hot, I imagined some sort of Casanova surrounded by class and culture. When we showed up at the mall he was leaning up against the parking lot concrete wall. He was done, he looked like a drunk thug who was stuck outside for a few hours after the bar closed. I pulled up, he got in “We need to go to Shanks (a west end sports joint) to get my car.” That’s the first thing he said then he looked at his girl and said “Why do you smell like a horse?” You could tell that hurt her feelings. He kept behaving like an asshole the whole way to Shanks. When we pulled up to his car he threw me a credit card and said “Pay the cab fare up to here plus pay for this kid to go home.” I told him that combined the fares added up to 60$. He put 80$ on the card. I bet your thinking wow what a generous offer. As he was signing the credit card slip he joked about how it’s his dads Visa. That girl was wrapped around the guys finger. She was such an interesting fare, before we got there she told us about how she liked him even though he never pulled her hair when they fucked. Me and the guy in the back seat laughed. She had a full set of hair. What I don’t understand is why she would take such abuse. She had self esteem and she was smart, at least I thought so. Until of course she got in a car with a drunk psychologist boy. Cause a man dosen’t spend his dads money.

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I don’t do dope, I’m drug tested

taxitruth — Sat, 14 Mar 2009 11:55:00 +0000

All the drugs I’ve been snorting are making me Impotent…… I’m joking. No I don’t do drugs and no I’m not Impotent. My problem is that I can’t make any money. I’m out there ready to work but the work just isn’t there. Sure I have dozens of personals and all of them are so generous and awesome, but most of the work load seems to be driving around pissed drunk. I don’t even care about all the shitty driving, I’m too worried that I won’t make the rent. (It’s not that bad…yet). I can pay the rent but I haven’t been able to set any money aside for my suns college education in the last couple months. (That’s a lie too) O.k. o.k all jokes aside business is in the gutter. I just don’t have all the clients I use to. So the blog is taking the hardest hit in this economic crisis. I had a fare last night, a couple. They needed to stop at the bank, on the way there the guy told me he just lost his job “I was laid off.” They needed to stop at a bank to get money, they both insisted that the ATM at the New Wave was the best choice. The New Wave is the type of bar you go to to get shanked. She went in and left her boyfriend. She never came back so boy toy went in looking for her. They both came back, but it took a long time. The bank machine wasn’t pumping out any cash for the two of them. I drove them to the convenience store. Again they wasted a chunk of time to come back and tell me that the bank machines must all be busted. Yeah right and they were really millionaires. So much time flushed down the midnight latrine. Well I made it home alive tonight. Like my ex girlfriend always liked to say “It’s better then a kick in the head.” But being poor blows. I think someone threw a hot dog at the car. It might have been vomit, but I doubt it. I love Rock and Roll. AIM

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Jerk off or die

taxitruth — Fri, 13 Mar 2009 10:40:00 +0000

I told you guys about that girl who works in the rub and tug, she told me she hasn’t had a client in three days. She is not able to pay her rent. Taxi is slow too. Driving up 82 ave or Jasper is depressing. Cabs cruising around with their top lights shinning bright, begging for any passengers to fill their seats. The temperature was good tonight. People are out getting drunk their just waddling back to their trucks and driving home loaded instead of taking a safe ride home. Global the TV channel has been airing my short video clip of the guy burning alive. They didn’t give me any recognition but that doesn’t bother me. Linda Steel was the person that confirmed that the guy who hit that post and got Barbecued in front of me had died. The police are investigating weather or not he was drunk. The police did confirm speed was an issue. They knew he was driving erratically because he passed them at a suicidal pace and all the cops did was salute the guy. I don’t know about that but I’m sure that if they saw a drunk speeder they would do nothing because that’s what the judicial system seems to make cops do….. nothing. I don’t have very much to talk about. The crazy lady with mascara all over her face who couldn’t read and was twitching due to drug use. She hired me at two thirty this morning to drive her to visit her dieing brother in the hospital. I wonder what he’s gonna think when his forty four year old sister walks into his room in the middle of the night so fucked up on drugs she’s psychotic. It might put a smile on his face. She was crazy but nice.

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ever been to Newfoundland

taxitruth — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 10:53:00 +0000

So the city is a big circuit board and running up its concrete veins is me the Electricity. Tonight the city was seriously out of batteries. Most of the night felt like I was trying to suck the life out of a 9 volt. When I was fifteen I lived in Saudi Arabia. My mom worked for the King Fahd National Guard Hospital. Because she was a women she wasn’t allowed to dive a car. Not only was she not allowed to drive she wasn’t allowed in a car with a man that wasn’t her husband. Different culture. They had taxis in Saudi but they were called Limos. I forget what kind of car they were. The drivers were from India and Pakistan and places like that. Western women were allowed to travel using the taxis. I’m sure there were rules. The night I landed in Riyadh was the first time my mother could leave the airport without an official escort. At fifteen I was allowed to drive. Being a boy I was allowed pretty much whatever I wanted. I could buy cigarettes, a buck a pack. Did you know they have public executions in Saudi Arabia? Every Friday night in (what the westerners called it) chop chop square. My mom never let me attend. In Saudi if you’re caught with drugs you can loose your head. In Saudi a bottle of Jack Daniels (this is ten years ago) can set you back like 700$. I remember driving around in the limos, I remember because in Saudi they ran red lights. Hard Core. No joke. I never got a car. I never got drunk or high. Hey Shout Out Out Out Out is more then gravy

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Lobster Mania

taxitruth — Sun, 08 Mar 2009 13:08:00 +0000

Yes kids it’s Sunday. I work. I fucking work Sundays. I think there is lots of people who’re working Sundays these days. My job is very vulnerable. I make money off of fun. People who have the time and cash to play late at night. About 5% of my fares are on their way to work. The rest are going out to party. I cater to the kid in us. I love the inner child. I am a strong believer you have to nurture the fuck out of the little devil in us. Lately the money’s been kinda thin. Seems his allowance has been reduced. My income has been cut in half. I still love driving. I have such a great base of clients I can always make ends meet. But I’m standing still, the taxi is becoming a job. The work is beautiful, but money’s been a bitch. I like Sundays, I go into them not thinking about cash. I love to listen to Allan Cross on the radio. I like the Radio. Since paying the bills is such an awful stresser, the radio plays the pleasant roll of relaxer. Music is amazing. Even a song you’ve heard a thousand times before can make you feel in tune with the situation. Rock and Roll was designed to listened to behind the wheel of a car going the right speed at the right time. I had this girl in my car, her Dad is President of the West Edmonton Music Society, I asked her to let me into the scene. She said she might. She was a tough chick, sharp as a knife. Sometimes I can’t get the individual to settle down. You know become one with the Crown Vic. With me. Maybe there was too much snow. The roads are horrible. One thing that’s been asked of me in the last few months is “You want to smoke a joint?” I don’t. I wouldn’t. Last night two women as old as my mom wanted to puff the magic dragon in the car, with me. Nice ladies. Most people argue with me, the other night this guy ran into his house without paying me so I’d follow him inside and smoke the bong. I followed. He paid and he tipped me twenty bucks and I ran away before he could find his pipe. So many people smoke herb in this nation. The pot heads are great, but coke just seems to add excitement mixed with booze. Do drugs get drunk and call a cab.

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You on the pill?

taxitruth — Sat, 07 Mar 2009 13:22:00 +0000

I can spot a coke head from a mile away. I can smell the kind of weed you smoke. I can see that you sell crack. I can feel that he just broke your heart. I know you. I am a jack of something. I’m not just a taxi driver I’m a photo journalist. I know things you don’t. I know things you want to know. I know things you’re afraid of understanding. All I do is drive you around. I love you. I wish I made a bigger difference in the world. I wish you did too. I am not an optimist. I am one of the nicest people who works the night shift. I am one of the best taxi drivers on the planet…. in the universe. I am cocky. I am king. I am arrogant. I pick on Polacks. I hate people who drink and drive. I am an adrenaline junky. Watching someone die did not leave me speechless. It should have. I am a coward. I read the writing on the wall. I am a man. I’m not scared of people. I live in love. I drop into life like a half pipe. I win some I loose lots. I give and give and give. If you offer me money while I’m working I’ll take it. I won’t kiss you if you’re ugly. I think girls that dress slutty are hookers. I am attracted to slutty looking girls. I have never even thought about picking up a street walker. I pick people up off the streets. I have witnessed countless drug transaction. I am not a rat. I’ve called 911. I respect my elders unless they are high, or oil and gas jerk offs. I believe in everyone. I hate humanity. I can’t wait till tomorrow, cause I love what I do. I love that you read me, thank you.

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Fucking plows had a termination deadline

taxitruth — Fri, 06 Mar 2009 12:29:00 +0000

No new post. It’s Thursday. It was. Friday morning. Can’t wait for Friday night cause Thursday was normal I mean Not bad. The weather sucked. Its cold again, -23. The taxi is warm. A total perk. I get to choose what, when, where and how I devote my time to my job. Taxi driving. Wed, Thur, Fri, Sat, Sun are my hours. I can’t guarantee shit but if I say I’ll be there I’ll be there. I like to sometimes take Wednesdays off, Sundays too, sometimes. But lately I can’t. I do, but money is tight. You gotta work. Ride the road. First fare. The fare I got before I got a Slurpee and Mentose fuel up at the sev, was a very short trip. Less then five bucks. I couldn’t break her twenty dollar bill. “Free Ride” She got my card and got out. My second fare had change. I started my shift. An old client called me. She works in a massage parlor. She’s just now turning twenty one. I met her when she was almost nineteen and she told me she was a hooker. She is one of my best clients. She saw me driving and sent out a text. I picked her up. Score. Later the short trip lady called me back. Tb’s pub. I got there in ten minutes. She gets in and we go up to 152 st and wait for a crack deal. She picks up two hundred bucks worth. While I’m driving her to her house 2$ away she hands me a twenty and says “Is that enough.” It was more then enough. Then while we were waiting for the red light to change she looked at me and said “I’m a working girl.” I was like “oh. You should stop that!” She disagreed and said she’s getting a number tomorrow. She said “If you know anyone who wants to fuck just call me up.” See kids I get propositioned by whores to pimp them out. It’s getting tougher and tougher economically. The twenty one year old girl said “I only had one client, and he was a cheap bastard.” I don’t know if a thirty seven year old crack head hooker would make very much money. I bet there is going to be more hookers, with the economic crunch and all. Tonight was cool. Melo. I didn’t feel the crunch.

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Sunday night is not a good night to die

taxitruth — Mon, 02 Mar 2009 12:15:00 +0000

Tonight was new, a life changer. Tonight was a Sunday night that led into a Monday mourning. Tonight was more then just last night. I drove a dude who works for the Emergency Medical Services. EMS. Well he told me a story about this domestic dispute that he had to respond to. The Women wanted to press charges so the RCMP went to arrest the man for beating his women. Well on their way there they were shot at by the guy. He had a high powered riffle. The EMS guys had to stand down while the RCMP swat team came to the rescue. The dude was a looser he would not stand down. A few hours later they heard a muffled gun shot. Suicide! At least it was over, the stand off. When they entered the house the man was laying on his floor mumbling “I need help, I need help.” The high powered riffle took off half his face and he survived. The RCMP picked him up and put him on his porch. With Half his face missing the EMS jumped to action. “Stars AIR Ambulance was called in. The guy died on the way. I thought wow I don’t get to see anything that gruesome ever. He showed me pictures. I kept driving. Later I came across a gang of hoodlums about to fight outside the Rockstar Bar on 109st. I quickly grabbed the camera to get footage. I had to erase some of the older stuff on my memory card, it was OK thought. I didn’t miss a thing the bouncers in stab vest broke it up. I kept moving up 109st south bound. I was still holding my Camera in my hand when I saw a car on fire. I was glad I made room for some video. I start recording and as I approach the car I see a bunch of kids bouncing around. I got out of my car and screamed “Someone call 911 Fuck!” Someone was already making the call. As I got closer with the camera I realized the kids were jumping around the car trying to get someone out.”Oh MY GOD” the dude was still inside. My camera ran out of memory. The man inside the vehicle kept burning. He kept burning for a long time. People were frantically trying to get him out. Breaking windows. The door was fucked up. They could not pull him out cause he was wearing a seat belt. No ambulance no cops, Nothing. He was burning alive. There was a group of us, about 8 people. We watched the man burn. His face was on fire. All I could do was curse the cops, they have been tolerating the drunk driving. I don’t know if this guy was drunk when it happened but by judging the level of damage he was speeding fast. Still no cops, there were kids throwing snow in the car trying to keep the flames off the guy. No use. At a certain point I saw a piece of his face fall off. Very traumatic. People were surrounding a car that was on fire. Big flames. I thought the truck was going to blow up. I was beginning to realize we were going to watch a man burn alive. Very scary, incredibly surreal. I felt nothing at the time except contempt for the EPS, Edmonton Police service for not acknologing the amount of driving under the influence in Edmonton. No check stops nothing ever, just propaganda scattered all over the media. All lies. I watched the man burn for a long time. Everyone backed off because they were scared the car would blow. Still no help. One of the onlooker was a cop who tried to tell me that the cops can’t do anything. She was full of shit. While the truck was on fire in front of us with a man slowly burning to death she told me “our judicial system protects the criminal”. I told her “then write a blog about it and tell the public the truth.” I’m trying to change my world by telling anyone who gets in my cab about my blog that tells people about what really happens. How come there is no cop out there trying to spread the God honest truth? Pussy’s! that’s why they’re cops. Fuck the system. I don’t know if the guy that was in that truck was drunk, but at that moment I hated the system. The Ambulance finally arrived. They were not able to put the fire out right away. It was hot. They guy must have been in the inferno for seven to eight minutes. Then the ambulance came and he was in the car for another 10 on top of that. The fire department had to pry open the door. The man was removed, he was twitching. I remember seeing his face for that second….it was falling apart. I don’t think he is gonna want to survive. I don’t think he will be able to. I prayed. I prayed as I watched him get taken out, I prayed the whole time it was happening. I prayed the whole way back to the west end, I prayed as I was driving behind a couple of teenage boys swerving around the road. They were drunk, they tried to conceal it as soon as they realized I was following them. I followed them for a long time. I prayed that a police cruiser would drive by and stop them. Never happens. I did not curb the danger. I called 911 with a fare last night, the dispatcher on the other line made me feel guilty about calling in a drunk. So I watched these boys in front of me. I prayed they didn’t kill anyone but themselves.

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Sunday night is not a good night to die

taxitruth — Mon, 02 Mar 2009 12:15:00 +0000

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I love my west end crew you are the best (you guys should start a swingers club)

taxitruth — Sun, 01 Mar 2009 12:53:00 +0000

What a fucking night. So Union Hall, a haven for the restless and Young. I pick up a foursome. Two dudes and a couple of ladies. They were kicked out of the last cab for not giving money up front. I found this out while we were driving past the other taxi and one of the Dudes (the hockey player) mooned the other driver. While I was driving them to St.Albert the boys became progressively worse, they started to seriously put down the girls. The hockey player told the girl up front to suck my dick. I told him he’s acting like an asshole. The girls were older then the boys. I didn’t understand how a couple of women could be hanging around such abrasive spineless fuckers. The boys kept ragging on the girls. The one in the front seat got hurt when the other guy said she was a slut. He laughed at her when she said “that night someone drugged my drink, I don’t remember what happened” the boys just kept laughing at her. Then we dropped the first girl off. The two bozo’s got out to piss. I told the girl in the front that she should not hang out with these lowlifes. I also believed that the worthless fuckers were going to try to ditch the fare. I told her. She took out her ten bucks. The fare was at 40$ by then. None of them had any money. The one girl gave me her 10 but that wasn’t going to cut it. The hockey kid tried to sweet talk her after she left. I was left alone with the other guy, I asked him for money. He had non, he even said “should I run now?” I got out of the car and yelled to the girl “listen If these boys ditch me I’m coming back to your place with the police.” Asshole hockey puck kid came running back. He had 20$. By the time I got the last kid home the fare was 60 bucks and the kid was so angry he had to use his moms credit card to pay his own bill. Worthless rich St.Albert kids. Hey chick from the front seat, you don’t have to listen to me, but after you left you both were degraded by both of the boys. So if you decide to maybe go out with the hockey puck kid, he’ll drug your drink and watch his whole hockey team Gang Bang you. Be wise girl ditch the idiots and find yourself some decent company. That other girl, she was dumb too. They said they were going to egg her house.
That almost destroyed a really good night, but I trucked on. I trucked on to this classy hotel, and picked up these two. At first I thought I was picking up one girl I was stocked, but then her massive boyfriend came. I started telling them about St.Albert and how pissed I was and how I could not wait to write my angst out on the blog. Then the dude said “You got a blog, I’ll give you something to write about.” This guy was a stud, big looked rich and his woman was drop dead gorgeous, no word of a lie. So he says “we just came back from a night out with a swingers club.” My jaw dropped. I was thinking this bombshell of a women is a swinger. Then he said “You play games with the other couples to warm up. You pick out a number and you do what the list tells you to do” he laughed a little. “Some people got, suck her tits, another couple pulled kiss passionately, I pulled bend your women over and fuck her hard.” My jaw dropped again. I was astonished at how open they were. Then he said “I couldn’t do it, she was on her knees sucking me off but I couldn’t get hard while 22 other people watched.” I told him I understood. Sex can be a scary thing especially in front of over twenty people. They explained how they became swingers. Wow was all I could think. They were a young couple. A sexy young couple who just came back from fucking a room full of people, that was one of my most unique fares. Thanks guys.

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Watch your nipples fall off

taxitruth — Sat, 28 Feb 2009 13:04:00 +0000

SO you guys want a horror story, well then go to the cinema. What happened tonight is not that exciting. My first fare barfed. Good thing I got convenience bags. Bada boom, super puke savers. First he got it all over the side of the car(the outside). We were on the Yellow head and he stuck his face out into traffic and hurled. Beautiful sight, rugged. Yes, midterms are finito. Kids get fucked up right after the test. I drove these two dudes from North Carolina, I fucking adore Americans. They seem to understand what they are in the world. These guys wanted a good time so they went to the Ranch. The 25 year old picked up a thirty something women and convinced her to get him some blow. I told him Canadian blow consists of Meth. He was like “guess I’m gonna get real messed up” and laughed. His buddy picked up a younger lady, neither of them could think about anything else other then doing some rails then smoking some Canadian chronic and banging some local tail. You go boys, Hit that shit. Just remember if they can hook up all the drugs under the sun you might get burnt. Need to double wrap that money maker cause those wives you got at home I’m sure are waiting for your sunshine STD free. Stay safe though, and cheat on your women. Yesssss. I think I’m kind of a chauvinist pig. I love women, but I don’t understand them. The taxi lets me watch people from such a unique perspective. I fall in love with most of my clients, I love the honesty and the speed I establish a relationship. I don’t really fall in love I just totally submerse myself in their lives. As best I can and sometimes I don’t want them to leave. They get the fuck out though and I go on my merry way, love or no love the recession is gonna blow us out of the water.
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Fuck Fort Mac! (that comes from almost all the fares I’ve driven that lived there as children) it’s going to be a scare in Canadian history. But hey just take another crack hit you’ll forget about it, then cheat on your spouse. And don’t tell me that doesn’t happen I drove her home last night from his place sucker.

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Watch your nipples fall off

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Ten Second Epic Ruled

taxitruth — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 10:52:00 +0000

I need a distraction, I need to find another way to write a killer blog and make money. I need a faster car. I need to start selling drugs to make ends meet. I need to drop a bomb on this city. I wish I was God, Fuck!
No fucking money and it’s so cold I have become suicidal. One of my personal fares gave me a great story. The Columbus Blue Jackets were in town to play the Oilers. We kicked ass I’m sure. Well during his visit Jared Bowl was sad and lonely and he met up with this one client of mine. Now she isn’t one of those girls, but when he threw her his digits she just couldn’t resist. She called him and a few minutes later found herself drinking with some friends and a bunch of hockey players. SO she shoots a couple back and out of nowhere Jared Bowl throws her into a closet where she gives him a blow job and he fucks the shit out of her. I asked “was he any good?” She said “I don’t know I was too drunk.” Well I’m happy she remembered that much it was a good story. She’s hot too, I always wonder why she’s single. I can’t fucking stand hockey players. Maybe because I’m out pushing hack for jack shit and the kid not only makes a shit load of cash a year but all he has to do is toss his number on a bar to score. Life.
The York, fucking York Hotel, I recommend it to any new comers to Edmonton. It’s a first class Hotel. Close to downtown and all the amenities, including the cop shop. So I pick up a fine couple there. Mr.Morrison and a whore. Ugly manly whore, but Mr. Morrison digs it. I drive them to a liquor store on Stony Plain Rd. They both get out to buy the booze. On the way back they need to stop into Brados (another classy west end joint). When they finally came back Mr.Morrison had this to say “J” that’s what he called me “J, have you ever had to hang the rat out a bit?” I said “yes” paused “don’t we all?” Then Morrison said “well have you ever had a pip squeak pop out the other side while you were pushing.” I said “sure it could happen to the best of us.” Then he told me “I didn’t even realize what was happening till the sucker started to stretch the cotton.” Fuck Mr.Morrison shit his pants. The whore kept laughing, I’m guessing she couldn’t wait for the rim job she was destined to do when the beer is done. I’m awful, but I’m the best.

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I have an electric taxi

taxitruth — Mon, 23 Feb 2009 01:24:00 +0000

really it runs on Lightning

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My Brother is a Genius

taxitruth — Sun, 22 Feb 2009 12:57:00 +0000

Engineers who work for oil companies are, in my opinion as useless to mankind as all the kids that are getting out of school with a welding degree(is there such a thing). Sorry kids but fuck there is only so much pipe to weld. Maybe some of those sell out engineers can whip up something for you kids to glue together with metal. If not why don’t all you welders weld us up some jail cells so we have a place to throw all the sellout Fort Mac supporters. Cause we all know that in the future, I mean I hope all the pigs that supported the oil sands will be punished. If its good for the economy but bad for life then it’s got to go. Fort McMurray: Tar Sands from Space check it out engineers, that is if you can pull yourselves away from the teenage ass at the Union. I’m sure working in Fort Mac has only made you guys a much more cultured bunch then the teenage boys those girls usually want to fuck. But hey all that money you make selling out mother nature is well spent on the blow. Keep it up guys, I’m sure our environment is in good hands with men like you around to engineer up new ways to destroy her homeostasis. Enough about the dirty oil bastards. What happened tonight………..not much. Have you guys ever heard of a FauxMo Sexual. It’s a guy who goes to gay bars to fuck the straight ladies. You see he pretends he’s gay and then he pounces on the girl that wants to set him straight. Ha. Lots of nice people tonight. I drove a bunch to St Albert, the only reason I’m mentioning them is because they are going to see the Kings of Leon and I’m very jealous. I’m going to see Ten Second Epic tonight. Starlight room. I’m stocked. I’m gonna get fucked and take a cab and blog about it loaded. Some kids in the car were all fucked up on Pregabalin they said that any drug connoisseur would really enjoy it. You hear that drug addicts, go break your back or something.
Ticket Master. Drove a manager. O.k so what ticket master supposedly does is add a surcharge to the ticket price. The surcharge is 13 dollars. The thing about it is the whole thirteen bucks doesn’t go to Ticket Master. A percentage goes to “Others”. I guess the promoters get big cuts. Sometimes they use charities to produce a larger gain on the surcharges. Ticket master is just getting the brunt of it because it was the middle man. Ticket Master was just there to make money. Imagine if Ticket master was controlled by a guy that wanted as many kids as possible to see Kings of Leon, or even Ten Second Epic. Imagine if Ticket Master Cared. Imagine if the engineers cared, then I’m sure we would need more welders and a lot more bands.

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Women love motor boats

taxitruth — Sat, 21 Feb 2009 13:49:00 +0000

Thank You Very Much, this letter means very much to me, no joke

I count the money I made when I get home. Fuck lately I’ve been avoiding it. Tonight was a good night for me. Lots of laughs. Lots of drugs. First group, two English dudes. They thought I was gay cause I told them that three dudes once blew each other in the back seat. I drove them to Joey Tomatoes on Jasper where they got a patron/drug pusher of the bar to come out and sell them some Canadian cocaine. I’m calling it Canadian cocaine because it’s been cut with every dirty cleaning product under your sink, and then they add Meth. The Meth adds the extra zinger. Canadians usually can’t tell the difference because not many have traveled to Columbia. These English dudes thought the coke was good, I don’t think they’ve ever been to South America either. Well anyway they snorted the blow in the back of the cab, on their way to suit 69. I wonder, if I’m gay cause three dudes fucked around in the back, am I a drug addict cause some English fellows snorted blow in the back. You tell me boys. They lost a gram in the back seat but they were so high from the first snort of crank they didn’t care about the lose. Then there was this group of young teenage boys. Nirvana was playing while they were getting in. “Where you guy’s going” I asked, with the music blaring in the background.”St Albert” on of them answered. I turned “Drain you” up full blast. The song ended. We started to talk. The young dudes realized I’m one of the best cab drivers they were ever going to have, they asked me to stop at a bank. While we searched for a ATM I found out the boys were hopped up on Acid. Yes the LSD Lucy in the sky with Diamonds is what they said. All three were tripping balls, but I wasn’t a downer. People tripping on hallucinogens can be scary. To tell you guys the truth, during the boom the only drug that showed it’s face was Cocaine and Crack (brother and his cheap whore sister). The last few weeks the mushrooms and the LSD have been bobbing around. I don’t know how I feel about that. Those types of drugs (Psychedelics) fuck people up in a manner that makes them less predictable. Irrational, erratic, fun and scary all at the same time. These boys were planning to rip a cabby off, but God sent them me, they paid me cause they wanted to. I was a trip for them. Then there was the Gang girl. She is still around. I really like her. You guys she is a gorgeous women. Dark skin, nice eyes, great body and a crack habit she just can’t keep under wrap. I bought her a sandwich and drove her for free. She told me stories I can’t write down, they’re about the gangs. Fuck now I know to much. Way to much. I started asking her why she won’t get out. I told her that she could use her looks to snag a guy with a future. I told her she could get away. She said “I wouldn’t be happy.” I looked at her and said “No one is. it’s a dream, its a metaphor, its a chase and lady all you got to do is run.” She smiled. I asked her “Is there more to it, is there something busted up there in that head of yours?” I was implying some sort of abuse might have occurred in her childhood. We talked about her dad, who never abused her, but never gave her the love she wanted. Well that’s what I got out of what she said. I like her a lot. She’s interesting and has stories about sex, drugs, gangs violence and even murder (no joke) but she is going to die on the streets if she doesn’t run away. I hope I get to see her again, she’s a friend. My Dad called me tonight. Late, from the Airport, he needed a taxi, sorry Pops, sorry I couldn’t be there for you.

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Women love motor boats

taxitruth — Sat, 21 Feb 2009 13:49:00 +0000

Thank You Very Much, this letter means very much to me, no joke

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love the red shoes/ Obstacle

taxitruth — Fri, 20 Feb 2009 12:15:00 +0000

Tonight was a generally happy night, lots of personals. Mostly my own clients, new and old. There was this couple. These two girls from Nova Scotia, they were drunk. One of them told me she made out with another Cabby so he’d knock 3 bucks off. After she kissed him he offered her a free ride for another kiss. She did it. I’d take the money and run. One of the fares took my money and ran. It was a great situation. SO I’m waiting outside a bar. On the Rocks. The only reason I’m there is because I’m second in line. That bar pumps out work. The clientele is clean. Lots of International flare there, fun people. Tonight was quiet but people were in the Bars. I waited in line, it’s something you have to do lately. I don’t do it often. I remember I saw the girl before she even left the bar. I saw her stumbling around inside, through the windows. I knew she was next. SHe was tossed in by a Spanish Fellow. SHe sat up front. SHe actually forced herself into the front seat. The dude sat in the back. He told her to tell me her address, she didn’t want to tell me. It was because of him. SHe had been stringing him along probably the whole night and then she forgot his name. SHe pointed the direction she lived in and we drove that way. We got the guy out to not far from the bar, she was reluctant to go anywhere with him. As soon as he got out I asked for the address. SHe said “I want to get fucked up I want cocaine.” Then I said ” You can’t stand up straight, you are fucked up, go home.” SHe was the touchy feely type. Harmless, but close. Weird. Stuff like that doesn’t happen to people at work too regularly. I’m not hot but I’m cute and sometimes fares get close. It’s a rush for sure but not something that can ever be acted upon. This chick was laying it on hard. SHe wanted coke. I told her “we could go to 711″ she smirked. Hands poking at me. I told her “you’re lucky that you got in my cab, someone else might take you seriously.” She had this twenty dollar bill in her hand. SHe lived downtown not far from the bar. She worked up a 18$ fare. She was stalling the whole time. Just drunk, trying to get me to do drugs with her. The girl wasn’t a hooker or anything. I sat there, looking at her as I was parked in front of her high rise and notices the scares. She was showing a lot of skin. Slutty like. The scares were cuts. She was a cutter. The most intense one was on her neck. She was toast. Fucking drunk, trying to get me to go upstairs with her and do drugs, have sex. I told her she was crazy. SHe knew it, she had also seemed to misplace the twenty dollar bill. I told her I’d help her get inside then I asked “where is the 20 bucks.” It was on the floor board, it fell as she was getting out of the car. SHe fucking took that twenty dollars and ran on me. Showed me the finger and ran away on me. I got out of the car and asked her if she’s really ditching me. SHe did. Fucking money, the trip was worth it, it was intense. I get tempted with stuff all the time, it’s thrilling. Over coming moral obstacles is the most difficult part to my job.
Now I have these clients. Well it’s this one chick from Lister hall. She’s spending reading week in the dorms. The University residence is a hard core building. 1800 mostly adolescent teens living amongst each other. This chick is cool. SHe has this friend from PEI I think. Tonight her friend danced. She was wild. Awesome. She rocked out to “Turbo Lover” by Judas Priest. It was sweet one of those moments of innocents. Youth.

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Get Bent

taxitruth — Thu, 19 Feb 2009 12:34:00 +0000

Again very few fares to tell you about. The Economy is changing, or maybe it’s because of reading week. The U of A is out for spring break and that’s where the money is made. Nice young naive university children and their huge appetite for sex, drugs and a safe ride home. Yeah right!So tonight was kind of another joke but I got some good stories. There were these two nice ladies traveling to Cuba. They told me that they once had a friend go there with her just married sister. Since the sister was not going to cheat on her new husband, the other sister needed to get laid by a Cuban man in secret. As not to create some sort of jealous tension I guess. Well one day during the vacation one of the lost pieces of luggage that that the married sister had brought and lost on the way had arrived. This gave the horny sister a half hour to go find a Cuban to plow her. Well I guess according to my fare she found one. The Bartender. They told me he fucked her on one of the tables at the restaurant. In a half hour. They also told me that later that night her and her sister ate supper at the same table. Who doesn’t wish they were in Cuba right now?
Hey did you guys hear, Obama hit up Canada? Do you know what he called Alberta’s Oil sand production, “Dirty Oil?” That’s right! See if Oil was a drug Saudi Arabia would have oil that’s like Cocaine. Now that makes Alberta’s Environmental catastrophe oil “Crack.” Is that what you were going to say. Wrong! Well Alberta is cheaper then crack our oil is the equivalent of dirt trailer park Meth. Fucking greed took us so deep. Well I hope Harper likes swallowing ex presidents Bushes toxic cum. We all know the Canadian government was sucking off the Bush administration. Fuck Harper, now he’s going to have to blow the black President and hopefully it’s going to be a bigger shaft to deep throat. Harper is a greedy whore, and so is anyone that thought that the Oil sands were a good way to feed their families. Mrs.Karma is going to get you don’t worry. Oh I saw police chief Mike Boyed walking his K9 last night on 82 ave. I wanted to chase him down and give him my blogs URL so he could read about his inadequacies as a leader but my fare was still in the car.
I also drove this chick that promotes event notorious-events

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precious, you guys there is so much more to it

taxitruth — Mon, 16 Feb 2009 14:18:00 +0000

First fare of the night was priceless. Ok, Gollum and two dudes strait out of the Remand center got in my car. The reason I am calling the guy Gollum is because he had long, long hair but he was seriously going bald. He was older and he was definitely holding on to his precious. He sat up front. The two in the back seat were like these two kid with no money hanging off Gollum. You could tell they had been drinking the whole day. One of the guys in the back just got out of jail, yesterday. He was put away for possession of stolen property. They let him out of jail and the first thing he did was get drunk with Gollum. Now they were in my car and they needed cash. They had 40$ on them just in case they couldn’t get anymore. Now Gollum had his precious bank card, but he had withdrawn his account limit through the ATMs so he was looking for a store that did cash back. The Safeway, the Shoppers and the London drugs in Jasper Place denied him any cash back. Probably because he looked like Gollum, but a Gollum that had been drinking for like two years straight. The dudes in the back kept suggesting we go to the Wallmart on 185th street and Stony Plain Rd but Gollum wasn’t having any part of the Wallmart Idea. “It’s too far away” he kept yelling. Then he’d say “I can do this without you guys” in an angry but childish voice and the criminals in the back would shut their traps. Gollum had the card hence he was buying their crack. I asked the dude (the thief) why he didn’t just go home. He told me he was staying with his Grand Mother and she was just no fun. I urged him to go home. I told him the crack is just going to lead back to the pen. He told me that they were going to piss test him next week, but he plans on drinking enough booze in the next few day to flush everything out of his system, including the life. We pulled up to the Safeway at West mount and Gollum got out. He went in to get the cash back. We all had our fingers crossed this was going to be the place. When Gollum came back holding a 24 pack of Coke Classic and a fat ass smile we all knew he had finally tapped into his bank account. Their final address was 108ave and 95 street. The Crack area of Edmontons city center. They were going to visit the thief’s mom. They all liked me very much. I had to give them all the pound. They were my first fare. It was fun and Gollum tried to leave me a 24 pack of coke but I told him to fuck off and take his pop to Mamas.

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Change you’re future Ours

taxitruth — Sun, 15 Feb 2009 14:24:00 +0000

SO this is my current view on the situation. The Economy is changing. People are losing jobs. Here in Edmonton. Tonight was February 14Th. valentines day! Dude tonight it was almost impossible to find a fare. Work, lots of circling with no address to got to. No money. Scary No money. People were out. Partying. I had a few fares. Everyone I drove showed me love. But the fares are scarce this season. I’m not used to it. Lots of traffic. The city is changing. Slowing down. One of my fares was a teacher, post secondary. He read my blog. Cool. HE kinda knew me. I love having people in the car. I’m good at that. That’s the fundamental aspect of the way I make money. I want people in the car and when I don’t get them it’s painful. Flags were almost non existent. I love flags so much. It’s a show when you pick someone off the street. You put on the right attitude. I get people to dig in. I ask them questions, to figure out “What the fuck”. When it’s slow it’s rough on me. I wanted to blame the drunks, or the cops about tonight. But there is more to it. Its cold, I guess. I want to make the blog more interactive, more real time stuff. I think I would have to have my own Business and do it publicly. Get a fleet of cars. Just little portals into the lives of the thousands of people. No too big brother. We fucking love big Brother. Maybe we need less big brother. This is quickly becoming a new play ground. I think that we’re in for a change this year. There is some people who haven’t been affected by the change in the economy, but it’s gonna happen. It gets you thinking. There is going to be changes on the future. Most likely good ones, but we’re gonna have to put up with some turmoil. Some slow nights. I think I’m lucky. People like me, at least while I’m driving them. It’s the family day long week end. Hip Hip Hurray. Have fun.
THIS IS AN AWESOME LITTLE EXCHANGE

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Change you’re future Ours

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"Liquor spot" say it slow

taxitruth — Sat, 14 Feb 2009 12:52:00 +0000

Tonight consisted of personal fares. Almost all of the people I drove were personals. It was cold and the snow made things slippery. Tonight was tough to define. I have a distinct clientele that treats me very well. I do my best to take care of people. I’ve noticed that it comes back in the long run. Tonight I had a fare I drove a long time ago. I took care of the guy, he was in the military. I told him he could do what he wanted. He went to McDonald’s.Tonight him and his friends made sure my trip was beyond worth it. Thank you. Then there was this dude who I drove to the Donair shop the other day, he was running so I told him to “Jump in.” He was trying to make it to Dukes. He really wanted a Donair. Tonight he told me “even though I got a ride Duke had already put away the Meat.” No donair. But he remembered me and I got a fare tonight. A good one. Then there is these kids, West Enders. Upper, Upper, Upper Middle class. Those kids are going to put my kid through College. Thanks. I also have a group of girls I’ve been driving for a long time. I don’t think they read the blog but they love my taxi rides. I enjoy them as well. They’ve been my fares almost two years. Wouldn’t be here without them. I also got a fare from a girl, someone visiting her. It was an awesome ride. The dude paid me in American money. Thanks Oklahoma. THere was this one guy, he was a flag. He got in and he remembered me. He was like ” I know you.” When people say that to me I tell them “I was good wasn’t I.” People always smile when I say that. Turns out one of my first ever clients, introduced us. I’ve driven so many people. I love it. Even the guy from last night, the guy who threw up on the girl even he e-mailed me and thanked me. Maybe there was a reason that girl liked him so much. What I’m trying to say is, do it (live life) cause you love it. Hopefully the money will come. And If you really love it you’ll be fine cause the people around will feel it too. Right now is the time of the survival of the fittest. Darwin was an economist. Mutations. But don’t bite, lick. Nurture.

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My commercial

taxitruth — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 13:25:00 +0000

Fuck I’m a Slut

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My commercial

taxitruth — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 13:25:00 +0000

Fuck I’m a Slut

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Overnight Ryan Maier You got balls brother

taxitruth — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 11:32:00 +0000

Whose got stories. The guy on 100.3 the Bear does. Ryan this one is for you. But before I start, kids from Grant MacEwan who were taught by the Juniper, I feel for you, I dealt with the same crappy teaching style at GURU, the almighty graphic school of shit. Any who. So tonight I see a couple walking up Argyle. They’re moving west. I can tell they’re going to need a cab cause they’re just off of Calgary trail and there really isn’t anywhere to go. So I pull up to pick them up. The chick, who’s hot as hell by the way, is wearing heels and a short sleeve shirt (it was cold last night). I didn’t even pay attention to the dude cause the girl looked reasonable. Well they get in. “Thank you so much for stopping” she says. The guy is incoherent. “What happened?” I ask. She tells me that they were kicked out of the last cab cause dude wasn’t acting nice. I figured he was being racist, but then I took a look at him and noticed that he had thrown up all over himself. “Fuck” I think to myself out loud. “Are you going to get sick in the car again?” I ask. She responds “He can throw up on me” his head falls into her lap. I start talking to buddy, hoping he can hear me in that drunken subconscious of his. “Dude this chick loves you enough to let you throw up on her you better remember this tomorrow.” He looked like a douche. He was toast. It was his birthday. He went to the Union and they over served him. They should have been fined by the looks of him. Well about half way to Lister hall, the University residence the boy starts filling the hot chicks lap with vomit. I heard her say “ooh it’s warm” I pulled over and told the kid to be civil and toss his cookies on the road like a human being. I got to talking to the girl after he had regurgitated what was left in his 19 year old birthday gut, turns out she likes this guy.(probably for the whole semester) I asked if he know how she feels about him. She said ” I don’t think so” as she patted his head resting on her lap that was covered in his vomit. Wow now that’s a good love story. My only issue with it is that asshole kid threw up all over the chick and she took it willingly, but the mother fucker won’t remember what he did tomorrow and this poor girls love will go unnoticed by Mr.Vomit. It was a good story of romance wasn’t it. Damn right, it was good enough for me to call up the night DJ on the bear and tell him the whole story. He loved it. So later that night I pick this kid up off of 107 ave. The ghetto. He gets in and tells me to go to 154 and Stony Plain road. On the way there I hear my voice coming out of the radio. I tell the kid to listen. We hear the story on the girl and the lap full of vomit. My fare opens up to me. He’s just an 18 year old kid who’s hustling, the first address we drove to was to deliver a piece. Crack! to this little native dude. Then We drove to CallingWood to pick up some Tuna, you know the Kush. He told me stories about the hustle. He was honest with me. Then the dude from the Bear played me Mr.Cabdriver by Lennie Kravits. What a blast. I’m so happy someone was there to here me telling a story on the radio, even though it entailed me helping some kid dig himself deeper into the Buizznass. He was a father too.
Lennie You Are Welcoem to Ride with me Anytime

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Overnight Ryan Maier You got balls brother

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diarrhea in a cabbies mouth

taxitruth — Thu, 12 Feb 2009 10:38:00 +0000

Tonight I almost lost it on another cabby. The asshole mother fucker parked behind me. No big deal, except all he did is pull up behind me and leave his back end on the street. He looked like he was diagonal parking except on 82 ave(a busy street) I usually don’t care about bad cabbies but this guy almost got hit his ass was so far out on the road. I asked him to move. He told me to fuck off. I brought out my digital camera. He freaked out and told me it was illegal to film him. I said he was an idiot for parking like a jack ass. I radioed in to dispatch. Dispatch asked him if he was OK. He told them I was drunk. I have the whole conversation on video. He lied to them. So many taxi drivers are scam artist,rapists, drug dealers, thieves and bad drivers. I want to rid my city of the cabby shit. Would you guys want your mother to take a cab driven by a cabby that would steal her purse, or worse yet would you want a cad driver to take your daughters virginity. Then people! start complaining to the company when you get a shitty ride. Always look out for the company of the taxi you got in and if the driver is at all being creepy or trying to work you, report the cock sucker. Trust me a crooked cabby would rip you off in a second. I bet most of you already know that. FUck ignorant cabbies.
Anyway later I drove this schizophrenic man who scared me. I think he thought he could speak hundreds of different languages cause he kept changing his dialect every few minutes. I didn’t understand him most of the ride. Thank God there was no stabbing.

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Marijuana has been linked to testicular cancer

taxitruth — Mon, 09 Feb 2009 12:21:00 +0000

Military men Rock. The people in the army put their lives on the line to keep our country safe and sovereign. I drove a few of them this weekend. On Saturday night it was this sexy (yes sexy) infantry lady. She was done, loaded but she still looked good and she was an army lady. Tonight there were five dudes, they came from a fitness center, they were so cool. I always let military fares do whatever they want, as long as they don’t do anything to me it’s game. They never do anything disrespectful. I even say they can yell anything they want out the window. They never do. It’s against their nature I think. I’m sure the army has some bad apples, but I haven’t had the opportunity to drive any of them just yet. After that I drove this kid who was out to score some weed and then go back to his pad. I was able to drive him to his weed dealers house without him telling me the address. I’m good like that. I know almost all the drug dens in the West end. Marijuana isn’t a bad drug in my opinion. I’ve never been scared of somebody high on grass. Crack yes, Coke yes, Meth yes, smack………no I don’t think so. Heroin isn’t accessible in Edmonton, if you want down you gotta shot Oxies. We’re on the Prairies man. I think Weed should be legalized, then the government would at least have some control over it and the pot heads wouldn’t have to buy it from high School kids. And If you think weed is an illicit dirty drug go to BC and open you’re eyes, it’s that provinces main export. It feeds millions of families. Whatever. I knew where the fare was going as soon as he said hes getting a bag of grass. I was relived I wasn’t going to help some fuck deliver crack to a mother of ten or something. You guys it was dead tonight. No money. I got to do a lot of driving and thinking. Lots of radio, the Ongoing History of new Music was on, you gotta love that show. Oh and some dude asked me “come in and snort a line with me, I got beer we can shoot the shit” I said “NO but thanks for the offer” I get those offers all the time. Then later on my way up Whyte ave I saw some dude I met smoking outside a bar I was parked in front of, I gave him a free lift home, he invited me in to see his kick ass guitar and amp set up, it was to bad he lived in an apartment building his amp was big enough to blow my head off. Im going to fight my war with a guitar one day. hopefully I won’t get shot.
TAKE A RIDE AND SEE WHAT’S MINE

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Marijuana has been linked to testicular cancer

taxitruth — Mon, 09 Feb 2009 12:21:00 +0000

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Junior Picaso

taxitruth — Sun, 08 Feb 2009 13:37:00 +0000

The bars were packed tonight. The women were gorgeous tonight, the men were hot and bothered. The roads were slushy. I drove these two girls to the Union, one had red hair. Later they called me back, they said that the Union sucked (the Union is for yuppies). They asked me where they should go, I took them to Blues on Whyte. Rocking. Ladies you gotta have an open mind, just because the men outside looked a hundred years old doesn’t mean the party’s gonna suffer, it just makes it a hundred times better. Fuck I loved dancing to the Blues before I actually got them. Now I’m a hundred years old but I’m making it. There was this personal fare, she wanted to take her cousins home but some guy leached on to one of the girls. I took my fare, her female cousin and the sleazy asshole to his place. The whole ride there the girl in the back seat kept saying “I’m not one of those girls” and the sleazeball rig pig type guy just kept nodding and moving in closer and closer. She started kissing him, then she almost sat on him. By the end of the trip she was ready to mate with the player. My fare (her cousin) convinced her to stay in the car and let the one night stand man go home alone. Except about a block away the slutty girl in the back seat realized she was “one of those girls” and asked me to flip a bitch so she could spend the night with a guy who was going to kick her out before morning. He was the type that would do it and not even toss her the cab fare. The sad part was that it was a family outing and the guy had tried to get it on with all the girls in the crew, on the way back from the dinks house we picked up what was left of my fares family group. They were devastated to hear that their one cousin was so easy. It made me laugh. Later on, after the bars were locked up for the night I was called to this address off of Jasper ave. When I got there this girl ran out, in tears. She wasn’t wearing any shoes. Before she could get into my car her boyfriend popped out and demanded she come back. She listened. You could tell it was an abusive relationship. You could tell she played his game. You know it’s too bad some women are so weak. I left that trip behind, it made me sad. Then I drove to the 711 on 82 ave and 103 st. There was this guy there I had driven before. I wrote about him, he was using his credit card from work to pay me and buy crack. Well it seems that he lost his job and was begging for money on the street corner. I gave him a couple of bucks and told him the cracks gonna kill him. He said he was fine. I told him he was asking random people for money at 4 am on the street. He laughed, so did I. I wish I was a 22 year old psych major. God it’s those damn red heads.
YOU GOT THE KEY NOW SHUT UP AND DRIVE ASSHOLE

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Junior Picaso

taxitruth — Sun, 08 Feb 2009 13:37:00 +0000

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Hello world!

taxitruth — Sat, 07 Feb 2009 23:28:14 +0000

Welcome to WordPress.com. This is your first post. Edit or delete it and start blogging!

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Business Proposition

taxitruth — Sat, 07 Feb 2009 13:40:00 +0000

Business Proposition, given to me by a fare. He was wealthy looking and he tipped me 40$.Eagle peak resources If your interested in the Dome Mountain Project PDF e-mail starkfinancial@gmail.com with any questions, just tell him I sent you.

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Our kids, our youth!

taxitruth — Sat, 07 Feb 2009 12:02:00 +0000

82 ave, I was moving North bound on 107st, saw a couple of cabbies parked, I flip a bitch at the empty 4way. The computer spits out 5$# needs help removing a customer at 107 82ave. I pull up to two cabs, both cabbies are trying to convince this girl to get out of the cab. She’s refusing. I tell her to get in to my taxi Ill take her. She gets into my car and says “St Albert”. I think “fuck” out loud. It was a slow night. None of the drivers wanted to take her to St Albert without a massive deposit. I never ask for the cash up front. “Cash on dash.” People hate that. Offensive. I hate to say it but the truth about taxi is if they get into the car the best way to get them out is to take them home. I took her home. She lived a block away from the house I grew up in. In Lacombe. I turned off the fare and I drove the block over to see it. It’s the biggest house on the block. Its my golden age. My dad built it. Tonight wasn’t easy.
There were so many cabs. We all had our top lights shinning bright. Fucking cash is hard to Come Buy lately. People are loosing their Jobs. People are still driving around though. Lots of traffic, lots of drunks, lots of empty cabs. The roads were slick, but the drunks were thick.
I drove this Environmentalist, from the Y after hours. He told me that while working for big corporation (Shell) he falsified documents. He took part in changing actual data. Not telling the public the truth. He told me that he’s been to Africa, that the Oil trade up there is extraemly unethical. He said ” If you bribe someone, its upwards of half a mill. Or a you buy them a house in Aspine and a Cadilac Escalde for the little lady. If you really want to get something done you just grease the polititions.” I believe him. I told him “blow the whistle”. It’s good for Karma. My last fare was a couple of women. West Edmonton Motor inn, the first one comes out. It’s 4:30am, she’s pregnant. She’s trying to cover it up, but she’s beyond “showing” She get’s in. “Where you going?” I ask “I don’t know” she tells me. I turn up the Radio “Use Somebody” by the Kings of Leon. We wait for her friend, she’s fucked, she gets in, they were high I think. They tried to say they were drunk. They weren’t drunk, it didn’t smell, they were sketched. “Where we going?” I ask for the second time. “104 and 105 ave.” the pregnant girls friend tells me. I turn up the song, we listen to it loud the whole song. It’s short. After I get to talking to the girls, I get a feeling that they are trying to turn some tricks to get some money for “Crack.” You have to see, the whole time I was driving those women I could see that girl trying to hide her stomach. She was pretending it wasn’t there. It wasn’t letting her go but she was still getting high. Intense. She was kind of like those Polititians. Two different worlds same bullshit. Our kids, our youth my house.

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GoD=DoG Get it? EviL A LivE

taxitruth — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 11:47:00 +0000

As I drove around the empty midnight streets of Edmonton tonight I wondered how I could portray my vision to you guys. First off I drove a musician, the mother fucker asked me to pull over so he could piss. I pull over and the guy barely steps out the door and flops out this elephant sized cock and takes a huge piss right in front of me. I wasn’t phased he was cool. Ladies I believe he is a bass player, look into it. Tell me what you think. Now a situation that only encouraged me to proceed with the writing. O.k I get a call from a couple of personals. West Enders. Cool kids that dig my ride. They get in and with them comes a third guy, I’ve never driven. We get the talk on and I find out that the new guy has been reading my blog for a few weeks now. He says its interesting. I’m happy as hell about the great feed back. Naturally I figure he got the URL from one of his friends, one of the personal clients I was driving. I was mistaken. The guy found myfares.blogspot.com online. On somebody elses blog. Now the cool part was that the three of them were sitting around talking about taking a taxi and the guy who had never been in my car showed the guys my blog and said lets call this guy. My clients looked at each other and said that’s Jacob. They both had a copy of my card in their wallets. What a trip. I drove them to the club, great ride. The night wore on and I had a few more clients (not many). The three dudes called me back. I hurried to the club to pick them up. We took the long way home and chatted. Politics, sexuality and God were all topics that came up. The kid who knew me from my blog mentioned that he was a Cynic. This kid is young, his view of the world is still developing. I said I believe in God, I told him I like spirituality in general but I was raised with Jesus and that’s the way I’ve grown accustom to viewing the Almighty mother fucker in the sky. Jesus was God but he was a man. GOD=Man. He was sceptical. I told him “You’ve been reading my blog, you guys needed a taxi. You showed these boys my blog and said we should call this guy. They knew my number because I had already driven them.” I told him “this is what I believe is destiny (fate), you met me through a blog initially and now I’m your designated safe ride home. This phenomenon happened naturally. You have become the topic of my blog.” Then I told him “that’s God for ya.”

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blow your brains out

taxitruth — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 13:09:00 +0000

My first fare tonight was this girl. We started talking about how the police are not into crime prevention. The Police are there to clean up the mess. She told me that she found a bunch of unused bullets on the high level bridge. She said she called the cops and they said that they won’t even do a write up about it cause it’s just to much paper work. My fare felt that they were neglecting the situation. I asked her what she thought the bullets were going to be used for. She didn’t know. I came up with a situation. I figured some dude went up there to blow his mind out and then fall into the North Saskatchewan. My fare got upset with me that I brought up the topic of suicide so randomly and aggressively. I meant no harm. It was just what I thought someone might have brought those bullets up there for. She was offended. I apologized, but really I didn’t mean it. Suicide is ……. What is it people? K, here is a funny story for you. There is this day driver from Afghanistan, very cool cat. Well he loves the ladies and he always tries to get with them. This is what he tells me. So one day he is driving this woman, he told me she had dark skin and was very attractive. On the way to her destination the taxi broke down. The woman panicked “what are we going to do?” the day driver announced “we’re going to have sex.” “No! I have a boyfriend” she said. The day driver told me that she did not have a boyfriend. He called her another cab. The women with the dark complexion waited with the driver in silence. When the second taxi arrived the day driver was very embarrassed, because it was his wife’s brother. He said ” that night my wife never said a word to me” then he looked at me and asked “do you think she told him about my proposition?”

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I visited my mom last week, Ill be back

taxitruth — Mon, 02 Feb 2009 07:42:00 +0000

H. You rock
gotta get life insurance

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I visited my mom last week, Ill be back

taxitruth — Mon, 02 Feb 2009 07:42:00 +0000

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I got balls, do you?

taxitruth — Mon, 26 Jan 2009 01:17:00 +0000

Check this out
most people dream of driving hack
no joke, ask your boyfriend if he ever thought about it
but the truth is most people are scared
this is why
Missing Cabbie watch it, cops don’t have jack shit on me, that’s why I can talk shit
a link that has some good stuff LINK because the link above lost its coolness but you can click it but this one is better to get the story

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Have you seen this one?

taxitruth — Sun, 25 Jan 2009 14:00:00 +0000

get loaded link

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Have you seen this one?

taxitruth — Sun, 25 Jan 2009 14:00:00 +0000

get loaded link

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WHo the hell is Holly Crap?

taxitruth — Sun, 25 Jan 2009 13:27:00 +0000

Tonight was yet another cold night. Canadians are going through some tough economic times, but Edmontonians are still going to the bar. Except they’re driving home loaded to save the extra couple bucks. It’s o.k though, the EPS is a proud supporter of drinking and driving. I solute all the great cops out there. I’m sure crime prevention is a lot easier when you pretend that there is none. SO tonight was slow and boring. I was having a hard time just trying to remain sane. That is until I picked up Vinesh Pratap. He wasn’t drunk but he sure did look like he was having a good time. We talked about Edmonton. I asked him all sorts of questions about being a reporter, but all he did is ask me all sorts of questions about being a cabby. We got along and the man tipped me very well. I told him to do a story on the city streets and the lack of law. He laughed. That was it. Vinesh made my night, without him I think I would have just went home. THanks Vinesh, here is the link to the stuff I did with the CBC,
If there is any way I can help you tell the city the truth just give me a call.

hey Global made this ……. Missing Cabbie

hey thatt site got rid of the cabby story
here is a new link NEW LINK TO FUCKED UP STORY

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I can cure this social cancer

taxitruth — Sat, 24 Jan 2009 13:50:00 +0000

Holy shit, the fucking cold is killing everyones good time. Except mine. I had a great night, made money, not much but I am still alive. I drove Greater than Giants, the bassist and the Guitar player. Cool cats all the way. They got in holding some donairs, I asked them to forget about eating them until they got home and they listened. We listened to some Sublime on the way. They dug it. Sometimes pussy mother fuckers don’t like the Rock and Roll with their ride home. They say it’s too loud. How can a good song be too loud? Oh yeah some people are wimps. The Greater then Giant kids were awesome. My last fare was a group of people. I pressured the group to get in the cab. I was like “get in I’m the best cabby you’ll ever have” I was right. The last guy left in the group came along to pick up a personal. She lived off of 118th ave. I thought she was going to be a prostitute. She ended up being a woman running from an abusive relationship. 4:30am. Her ex boyfriend. The landlord let him in, he woke her up yelling. She had to leave, she was with a seven month old baby. I was with another guy. The four of us drove to the North Side. I give my clients nick names now, to remember who they are. You can only remember so many Mikes or Amanda’s, Billies and Bobs. Her Nick name was damsel in distress. Tonight she really was and I was there for her. I brought a witness. I love the job. I don’t need people to see that I kick ass every night. I know they all notice. This morning I drove a women to a safe place with a baby, she was the first parent to ever have a baby seat and she actually used it the right way. Taxis don’t need to have baby seats. We are allowed to travel with children in their parents arms. Crazy!

Oh haha there was this dude, he raked up a 78$ fare looking for a hooker on his way to Fort Saskatchewan. He found one. When he approached her (outside the vehicle, I park a block away let the Johns solicit the sex far away from me) he came back angry and upset because he thought she was gross. I thought he was gross. I told him to go home and sleep off the booze. I told him he would wake up tomorrow happy he listened to me. He wanted a hooker. It was to cold, they were all hiding in their crack dens, scraping their crack pips. He made it to the Fort, he paid me 90$, and asked me to drop him off at the local pub. After He threw the money at me he said “I’m going to kill someone” and walked into the bar. I drove away thinking, hell I hope some woman gives the poor angry fuck a blow job for free, he tipped me 12$ for a ride that almost came to 100$. I can’t hate him he was one of my best fares.

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THis guys blog is fucking Amazing

taxitruth — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 23:32:00 +0000

Canadians are ignorant too It won’t happen to us we’re Canadian, Fuck!
We thought crime was high now, just wait people, just wait and see.

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"Watch your back bro!" Why I can hear you coming?

taxitruth — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 11:53:00 +0000

Scooby Doo, fuck you! So tonight was another beyond cold night. It felt like -30. Windy too. Girls still walking around looking like hookers from LA though. I hope the boys got laid. Tonight I drove a millionaire, he won the set for life. I was like “you’re joking” he said “google me“. What a lucky guy. It’s not every day you drive a kid who makes a 1000$ a week doing nothing. The only reason I know he does nothing is cause he told me. Dude you should do something, but have fun. Hey call me I’ll drive you around, you can tell me what it’s like to win a million. Later I picked up a women who just came back from London England. She said that she felt like she just left a country going through a major economic depression. I have a feeling that us Canadians are going to feel it too. We all know that oil is no longer a prize. It’s dirty and cheap. I think Obama is gonna get rid of Americas super addiction to the crap. I hope he does, I want technology that’ll take me to the moon not a gas guzzling SUV that makes oil executives rich. Oh then I drove this girl who wanted to get it on with this guy. She said “I wished I went home with him.” I said “you sound like a man.” She was hot and young, so I’m guessing he was young too, he must have been frightened of sex. Sex is scary, at first even if you’re drunk. I bet she’s gonna wake up tomorrow with a head ache thinking ” I’m so happy I didn’t fuck that kid last night, oh and man that dude was a great cabby.” Julian bought me a red bull, he’s this bass player I’ve kinda befriended. Hopefully we’ll try playing music together soon.

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Slick roads and a snow storm the fucking cold is back

taxitruth — Thu, 22 Jan 2009 10:56:00 +0000

Penthouse Massage, I had one in my car tonight. Well I didn’t actually get one I gave three girls that work there a ride to the Bank Ultra lounge. They were awful, well one of them was. I said something about her boyfriend, who did not look like a pimp at all. He looked like a guitar player or some sort of musician. She yelled at me I turned up Pink Floyd Comfortably Numb. They all liked it, they tipped me like 15$. I liked them. I used to drive a Penthouse masseuse. She always paid well. At least until she met a guy. Guys use those types of girls. I don’t understand that dynamic, the abusive guy who can control a women who makes 2000$ a day getting other men off. How? Why? Not much else happened. I drove a man from the Missoracordia Emergency, he asked about the first black President. I said I can’t wait and see how he does. Neither could he. Wonder what the PentHouse ladies think of the guy, you know they are all going to University to study law and medicine. Penthouse Massage is just to pay Canada’s outrageous tuition bills. Bada Boom .

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Innocents is on its knees begging please

taxitruth — Mon, 19 Jan 2009 10:58:00 +0000

First fare of the night was a flag from Teddy’s. They remembered me. I remembered them. DO you readers remember this. Read it. they kept their pants on this time. There was only two of them, they’re a couple. They told me that they gave lots of people the URL. I hope I have at least a small gay following. One of them told his sister and she told him shes had me as a taxi driver a couple of times. Tiny Father fucking planet. The night was slow. So slow again. I got this guy who paid me 75$ to drive him to Millwoods from Whyte ave. Great deal. He was my money for the night. The streets were filled with a criminal element though. You could tell that the Crack hustlers were out trying to feed the crack heads junk addiction, but even they must have stayed home. The pusher were getting frustrated and they were driving like idiots with a power trip. It’s o.k there wasn’t any cops out there to stop them, so they were free to boot around like they own the city cause they do. My last fare was a couple of young teenage girls. They were dump, straight up. Naive and stupid. They knew it all. I could tell they had just cum from an older guys house, when I called them I over heard them trying to find an earring. One of them mentioned she was on probation. That meant she was out illegally. I asked how they knew this 23 year old dude, since they were still in high school. One of them said she worked for him. She immediately told me she wasn’t a hooker. That rung a bell in my mind and I asked for the story. She was reluctant but she told me. She used to bag crack for him, she said it was great money. I told her that she is still innocent and she should get away from this guy. She said “I know I’m not innocent and he’s such a sweet heart.” The last time I drove him(a crack dealer) he told me “all I want to do is Jam in her mouth and stick it in her ass, cause I love to steal that teenage innocents.” Then he told me ” If I ever knocked her up I’d punch her in the gut and I’d kick her the fuck out of my house.” All crack dealers are the same. See ladies your problem is that you told me all this information, I know the dude is a crack pusher, I know you’re on probation, I know where you live and I know where he lives. Scared? Don’t worry, I still think you’re innocent just stay safe and get the fuck out of that type of situation. When you’re in High School tomorrow just remember that the real cool girls want to marry Doctors and lawyer, they don’t want a guy who asks them to bag crack and have abortions. See I told you ladies you are still innocent, was I right? Comment please it makes the blog better.
B….b.b.b.b.bbasssssss

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Flip A Bitch and run it back with a Red Bull

taxitruth — Sun, 18 Jan 2009 12:02:00 +0000

Wish I could tell you people a great interesting story but I can’t, not one that I was given. I drove a women, crazy eyes she was insightful. She told me she has a criteria for the man she would date. There is five things that she needs him to be before she could really fall for him. She has a list. It’s like a cook book of love a “list”. I never thought of having criteria. I just followed my manhood, but it’s a good idea. What happens if you like someone that does not necessarily belong in the recipe. Do you throw the person out, or do you throw the ingredient in and wait to see if it works with the dish.
My last fare was to Spruce grove, a young electrician. We talked about our jobs, I told him mine was fun. He said “I know, I was in the back seat of a cab once and I was making out with this chick, her friend was in the front and she was jealous I guess, that we were getting it on and she was all alone. So she started railing the cab driver. When we got to their place I tried to get a threesome going, but she wasn’t into it. She blew a random cabby but wouldn’t touch me. I was hurt.” I would never let some random chick touch my dick. That’s dirty, but it was a interesting story. Then we stared talking about why Kurt Cobain blew his head off. The electrician said it was all the drugs. I said it was fate. What do you think? Remember it was Easter. He took his life the day Christ came back from the dead. The electrician said that there is no way that mattered. I think Kurt dug the idea that he was a savior of sorts. Kind of a Messiah, a fucking Rock God. Strange. The Electrician told me to think of a world where Kurt Cobain was still alive, he said it would be a different place. I think he was right. Rock and Roll is a powerful thing. Good Music is something the world is given, we haven’t had any really good stuff in a while, I have a feeling things are about to change, but who am I. Just another sap listening to the God Dame radio.
oh my God I also drove this girl, she was this chick that convinced me to flush all my prescription drugs down the toilet. I did it, the last of my narcotics, like 50-60 pills. This was way back in my past. Like four years ago.(before my Sun was born) She convinced me and some girl to flush our drugs. The other girl flushed a fat bag Meth. We were both face to face with the devil when we got rid of those drugs. The girl I picked up tonight was an angel then, and she still is now. All the power to you Gab Rock on.

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Red White and Abused = CANADA – The USA

taxitruth — Sat, 17 Jan 2009 13:16:00 +0000

Nick nack, tic fucking tac. I think I lost my passport and birth certificate. Who cares? Imagine being twenty two and married for the second week (Newly Wed). Now Imagine wanting out, knowing there is going to be a divorce before the Wedding day even came. Imagine telling your Mom, your Dad and imagine them telling you to go to counseling cause your getting hitched bitch. I drove her last night, she was so relieved she was able to tell someone (Me). Imagine she got pregnant. Ohhh, she won’t I hope. We talked about abortion. That’s a touchy subject. You know what I’m going to Concordia University. I just feel religious! I’m fucking head over heels for Jesus. Did you know that guys? I’m Justified, just waiting for that bad mother to come on up and make me a T-A-X-I Man Martyr. Gotta love the Top Light. That’s my night light. Good thing I’m yours.
I’m having problems at home, but still I am consistently a great cabby, for everybody. I even drove my ex to the emergency room last week, hell I even brought her back and she still treats me like…. She left the baby at home with a friend of hers, when I brought my ex back from the hospital the babysitter was loaded. “Dragon water” red wine “I’m not drunk” she said, fuck that. Readers tell me what you think of that. Or don’t. Who cares? I do.
I do love the gig, the driving, my taxihood. I drove a huge chunk of Sonic 102.9. DJ’s and directors, people who’s voices bring light into my life. No joke. I Love radio, and the people who entertain me are the people that help me enjoy my life behind the wheel. I drove them home safely, they paid me handsomely. My life is Rock and Roll. How about yours kids? You having fun, or you just laying there waiting to rot in the Sun.

Oh and guys here is a shoutout to all the good folks enjoying the occasioanl fat bag of Coke, we all know tonight there were no Jokes when it came to the Cokes.

And No I can’t help you find any, cause my drug addict friend/dealer relapesed and needs a day off.(I don’t ever help anyone get high) she did relaps though, and it hurt her, I could tell she was clean for over a month. Now it’s back to day numero uno.

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Here is on old one you might have missed

taxitruth — Tue, 13 Jan 2009 10:52:00 +0000

This guy worked at the Domo, where they jump to the pump for you

See more on CitizenShift

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Old blood Clots taste Good

taxitruth — Sun, 11 Jan 2009 14:22:00 +0000

Ok here is a story from a girl, ” So Randy was looking for a Coke Sniffer or a Coke blower (not a whore), you know one of those things you use to snort a bump of Blow or Meth. Posh drug addict style. Well someone told him to drive down to 118ave and find a Chines store and he’d find a Coke Sniffer. So Randy runs down to the 118ave Chines drug paraphanalia place and asks the lady for a Coke Sniffer. He said he could see her rummaging around and out of no where she whips out a Crack pipe. You know the glass tube. Randy though about it and left.” Hey Randy if you’re gonna go soft you might as well hit the hard buddy. That story made me laugh.
The City needs more Cops, I don’t want to talk shit it’s just the streets are filled with drunk kids driving like assholes, running red light and whipping shities like it’s nobodies business. I think I’m getting old cause driving fast scares me a bit.(Lie) Seeing those idiotic rich fucks drive like jerk-offs just makes me angry, and scares the fares. Stop it kids! Grow Up…..and have fun.
When I was an 80mg a day amphetamine (Dexedrine) pill popper (my own prescription) I drove across the continent. From Wisconsin to Alabama, sleep. From Alabama to Daytona beach Florida.Sleep. Back to Alabama. Then all the way to Banff, that’s where I started driving a Taxi. I was still eating my prescription drugs as a meal replacement. I talked to license plates, they told me where to turn, they told me who I was, they even told me why I’m here. Now, I got a kid and I’ve been sober for over three years I still listen to the little voices, they tell me where to go, how to get there, they even tell me why. They come from the back seat, they’re just as random and fucked up, crazy and gross but they’re real. They’re you! Sometimes I miss- understanding the license plate, and sometimes I still hear them talking. Fuck I’m a lunatic, but I do love you guys. Thanks

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Old blood Clots taste Good

taxitruth — Sun, 11 Jan 2009 14:22:00 +0000

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Imagine if you owned hundreds of gas stations

taxitruth — Sat, 10 Jan 2009 13:59:00 +0000

Tonight was the type of night that almost gave me a nervous break down. I drove personal clients, these two girls, loaded, I’m talking millionaire money (No tip). Must be the economy cause this whole week, I barley made ends meet so far. That’s OK I have faith that all my dreams will come true. Just not the way I had dreamt them. Man there is more con artists out there then ever. Well maybe not I just let one con me. I’m too embarrassed to say what happened, so just read it on his blog www.fuckoveracabby.blogspot.com. He has a big chunk of what I made tonight. Strange I know, I let myself get burned. He had a kid with him, he said his mom was an escort at the fantasy land hotel and she needed a ride but he had to pay for the pizza right now. I lent him the money(so wrong) I got his phone and ID. I drove to pick up blow Job mama and when I got there, no ones waiting. So I waited a long time, calling buddy with kid back every so often. She never shows, I call him fed up and he tells me she got busted. He owes me money, I hate that. I hate that he used his kid (or her kid, or maybe he’s not even a part of the family) I hate that I got used. There is more to this one I’ll tell you if the collateral pans out. If not I’m stuck with a dead phone and a pimps ID. Yuk! Fuck I sucked. Tonight was warmer but the slush was just awful to drive in. So many people went out, most of them must have driven home drunk because there was no work. Crowds of people though. No cops either, I think they’re on vacation, you can only jerk your partner off so many times before you need a week off. The only good thing that happened to me was I drove this guy from a private club the West Edmonton Music Society. Man I asked the dude at the door if I can go in, he said “No, members only.” So I asked “how do I join” he said ” you can’t, only a member can sign you in” I told him my fare will fall in love with me. When My fare came we talked about it, how I feel as a musician and all that Jazz, I hope he liked me cause I would love to see what goes on in that place, if you’re from Edmonton look into it, it’s cool trust me.

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Goal!……..Now that’s Art…cuming…..right God?

taxitruth — Fri, 09 Jan 2009 13:16:00 +0000

Is a pick up artist a swinger? I don’t know. I drove this couple to THe Mall tonight, they were pick up artist. The dude told me”there are 12 steps to picking up a women.” I forgot everything he said. He had a hot chick with him. She was a pick up artist too. They told me they had an open relationship. What the fuck is an Open relationship? From Driving the taxi, I think it’s chemistry, but there is a cook. You never know if he’s fixing up something you really wanna eat . I think the last step in THe PickUp Process was Sex. Score!
The night was cold, again. Painful. I called the Bear, they played me Nirvana. I couldnt find anyone to drive, I listened to the song alone in my car. “Lithium.” This city is getting smaller and smaller by the minute. I drove these girls from Montreal. “Take the Long way home” by super tramp was on. They got in and said with Quebecois accents “the Marriott downtown.” I turned up the super tramp. The chick in the front seat turned it down. I love Montreal, I tried talking to them in French, my french is rough, but its there. I understand it. It was a boring ride. Sometimes I think I suck, but then I realize it’s the people.
I drove the unofficial manager to the WednesdayNightHeros, dude always a hoot. Man The city is getting smaller. It’s not growing anymore. The Boom is dieing. Gas is cheap, and I drive a Mazda God knows I want a Jeep. Edmonton isn’t as bad as I make it out to be sometimes. It’s a big city.
When it’s this cool and this slow you have to hunt. No standing around. I move in the cold, the car’s warm, in fact I keep it hot. I found a few fares and got a personal. The personal is an English teacher/student/server at the UofA. Eloquent, and spot on. I think she has even traveled. She told me she read the blog, told me it’s entertaining, she told me it has run on sentences, grammar and punctuation problem. SHe said “I’ll edit it.” She was drunk. So if some anonymous person tries to tweak the blog, bring it on.
I’m a pick up artist, I’m one of the best. I pick everyone up and take them the long way home/the only way home. That’s why I pick people up, to meet them, take them somewhere, get paid. The Taxi driver is a true Pick up Artist, this ain’t no swingers club. You really have to Score! then its beautiful. It is truly an open relationship, its Art. I’m a Professional.

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This Guy was not a gentlemen I was Just nervous

taxitruth — Fri, 09 Jan 2009 00:40:00 +0000

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Tancowny, Give em a C-Over

taxitruth — Thu, 08 Jan 2009 12:43:00 +0000

Tonight I needed some inspiration, I sat down at around 9:30pm and started reading a magazine. Concrete Skateboarding, Great! Flipping through the pages I stumble upon a kid I remember seeing on the streets of Edmonton, Jamie Tancowny, I watched this kid bust out an incredible sesscion the first time the Zero team showed up in Millwoods. The first time I ever saw him was at this skate park in Beverly, holly shit he is a skate superstar. Seeing that picture made me realize I gotta get out there and fish out a story or two. The only story I could get is that people dig the cab ride. Even the drunk belligerent Oilers fans (Oilers lost)that were determined to maul an innocent bystander were won over by my ass. Dude those guys were the only real danger. Lots of girls, I showed off for all of them. This Job was a treat tonight. It snowed! I went to McDonalds with a couple of ladies, totally smooth rides. There was one girl from New Brunswick she invited me in to smoke a joint with her, I just said “No.” She was a sweet person though so it wasn’t that easy. I started work at 10 pm tonight, I had so much fun, it was like it wasn’t work. When it feels like work I just turn up the radio and drive. There was no nirvana TOnigth thought, but who cares.

This kid Inspiered me, a long time ago, The best skatboarder I have ever seen in real life, amazing!