I'm waiting for a call in the parking lot of the Chevron at MLK & Fremont
August 27th, 2008
“Son of a bitch, you’re running up the meter!”27 comments
August 20th, 2008
"Hey bro, remember me? You wrote that story about me in the paper."3 comments
August 13th, 2008
“It’s the Californians, man, the Californians are the worst.”15 comments
August 6th, 2008
The middle-aged man I picked up at Vendetta is in a hyperactively verbose lather ...0 comments
July 23rd, 2008
When I step into the obese old woman's apartment5 comments
July 16th, 2008
The obese old woman at Fred Meyer has a bad hip and a wheelchair...8 comments
July 9th, 2008
“...I need to take a shower first and wash all of this blood off.”6 comments
July 2nd, 2008
“So I’ve got these two women in the back of my cab who just refuse to get out...”8 comments
June 25th, 2008
“My friend’s getting divorced, and he’s really drunk,” says the bartender...8 comments
June 18th, 2008
There’s nothing like a good Friday night, and I’m referring to the money.3 comments
[May 30th, 2007]
I'm waiting for a call in the parking lot of the Chevron at MLK & Fremont, leaning against the cab and smoking a cigarette.
"Say, can I get me one of those?"
I look over, and an emaciated form lurches out of the shadows. She could be anywhere between 30 and 50 years old. I've seen her before, hustling change and yelling loudly. Her decrepit fur coat almost matches her long and absurdly tangled hair. But what's always scared me about this woman is her eyes, which bulge with the consuming hunger and intensity of a basehead nearing the end of the line.
I shake my head no, and look away.
"Well how about this? I'll suck your dick for four dollars."
I wouldn't let her touch my penis if she were the one paying me. I don't say a word, and take another drag on my cigarette.
"Show you my titties for two?"
I shake my head again.
"Just give me a fucking dollar!"
No dice.
"Well fuck you, then!" she screams and spits at me, missing the mark. I shrug and let her shamble off into the night.
Talking with another cabbie who keeps a running tally of such things, I later find out that I was offered the cheapest blowjob in his memory. He's jealous that I beat his five-dollar record, but I haven't yet reached the point where I'm able to find these things more amusing than depressing.
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