Taxi Addict Confessions: Redux

Friends, family, cunty men.  Lend me your rears.

For my long-time readers/part-time friends, you all know that my initial goal with this blogging adventure was to break a dirty, nasty habit of mine (cab rides on the daily), while cultivating my somewhat comedic writing skillz.

The sad truth is:  I failed.

I failed for several reasons, but rather than boring you with a dose of self-deprecation, I'll only highlight the top three.

ONE.  Poor time management.  I get off on waiting until the last possible minute to do anything.  It's sick, and gets me in trouble almost every day of my life.

TWO.  These 6-inch platform boots were not made for walking.

THREE.  I love cabs.  Plain and simple.

(but here's where it might get interesting)

My love affair with those yellow cars goes far beyond mere convenience.  I love cabs because every ride is different.  I'm coming from somewhere new, going somewhere new, I'm wearing a new outfit.  The cab driver is young, he's old, he's from my hometown.  The weather is beautiful, the weather is awful, the weather is weather.  I'm happy, I'm sad, I'm hung over.

Each cab ride is a different story.

And, maybe, just maybe, there lies a blog.

Let's try it out, shall we?

I once had a cab driver tell me that it scared him how serious the world is becoming.

"Everyone is running late, ya know?  No one smiles."

I once had a cab driver that was from my hometown.  We talked about the mall.

I once had a cab driver who used to play jazz in the West Village, and wore plastic gloves all the time.

I once had a cab driver complain that I wasn't paying with a card instead of with cash.  And then he asked for my number.

I once had a cab driver who gave me a free ride because it was almost Christmas.

One of the greatest political discussions I've ever had was with a cab driver.

I just rode the J train for the first time a few weeks ago.  

How the hell am I gonna write a blog about that?

xxo

Taxi Addict

P.S.  I'm archiving the old posts.  If you really want to see them, send me an email, and then consider getting better things to do.

Send me your stories.

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