Thursday 10/15/2009 9:02:57am Name: Tom E-Mail: Homepage Title: Homepage URL: http://telewizor.elektroda.net/ Referred By: Search Engine Location: Comments: You have done a wonderful job on this site!

Friday 02/13/2009 10:30:31pm Name: Dawson Brotker E-Mail: david@broethers.com Homepage Title: Homepage URL: Referred By: Friend Location: Aalesund, Norway Comments: Once this guy sneak in a big line into my taxi and said "It's survival of the fittest, eh"? I had to ask him "Are you a Social-darwinist"? Or what. And then the whole rest of the trip he spent the time convincing me that he was not. It turned out he was a really-together guy, after all! This page is cool, have been looking for this all over the net..

Thursday 02/12/2009 3:42:08pm Name: Margaret Brantnall E-Mail: mbrantnall@telus.net Homepage Title: Homepage URL: Referred By: Search Engine Location: Prince george bc Comments:

Thursday 12/18/2008 4:20:54am Name: Kevan E-Mail: kmm04c@fsu.edu Homepage Title: Homepage URL: Referred By: Search Engine Location: Tallahassee, FL Comments: Tallahassee is a small city, but big enough to have interesting cab adventures. We mostly have to deal with drunk college kids, yet since they think they are so funny, the stories are not as funny. The funniest people are the ones who do what they do, thinking it is perfectly normal. This story, which would more likely fit in the context of a night shift, actually took place around 10:00am. And to think, I was working the dayshift to avoid the troubles of the night hours! I get dispatched to the Lafayette Motel, one of the standard sleasebag inns of Tallahassee. The destination says Popeye's chicken, so I figure it would be a typical non-tip $4 fare and I could go on with my day. A black guy and a white guy hop into my cab, acting like they're ready to go out to the clubs at 10:00am (but not dressed like it). They say they are visiting from Miami and ask me if I can take them to where the whores are and that they will pay me well. In Tallahassee, this is a very small area: a few city blocks, but yes, I know where the dopehole is. My logic was, these guys are already in the cab...I may as well comply to avoid further danger. I have thrown people out of my cab before, but these guys seemed pretty capable and dangerous. With that in mind, it also probably meant they could take care of their business in the dopehole quickly. I just wasn't sure how this would pan out at 10:00 in the morning. I made a left onto Dewey St. and a right onto 4th Ave., which would be considered Main St. and Central Ave. of the Tallahassee dopehole. The black guy tells me to slow down next to the first crowd of people he sees, and says "These are my people," and gets out to deal with them. I pull into the Ghetto Mart across the street with the white guy still in the back of the cab, giving me a synopsis of his life story. The black guy finishes his business and comes back to the cab and tells me to start driving around again. I go back down 4th Ave. and turn down a side street. He for some reason eyes a pregnant woman, and asks her if she's willing to put in some work. She agrees, with the unofficial approval of the crowd with her, and gets in the cab. This guy managed to score crack and get a whore (a pregnant whore, at that!) in a matter of 5 minutes...in Tallahassee...at 10:00 am. As I drove them back to the Lafayette Motel, it turned out she grew up in the same neighborhood of Miami these two guys were from. The black guy emphasized throughout the ride that he would pay me well for this. I thought to myself, I'm sure you will, the question is will the money be real. I didn't care much. My top priority was to get them out of the cab without putting my life in danger. When we returned to the Lafayette Motel, he handed me twenty dollars for an eleven dollar trip. And yes, the money happened to be real. One thing is true in Tallahassee: the dopehole never fails.

Monday 01/21/2008 7:46:05am Name: bud carson E-Mail: www.myfarecity.org Homepage Title: my fare city Homepage URL: http://www.myfarecity.com Referred By: Search Engine Location: San Francisco California USA Comments: I started driving a taxi in 1996, seven years after I moved to the great city of San Francisco. Soon after, the dot com boom brought new life to the city by the bay. The internet was lacking something, something that I had. Content. Fate brought me together with someone who could bring the strange and bizzare events I had been living first hand to life, on a web zine named Captivated. I published three years of my life online, half as a night driver, the other half as a day driver. I received accolades from Netscape, Yahoo, and many others. I received email from around the globe, some complimentry, some not so. My Fare City documents my life as a taxi driver, from the guy who tried to rob me with a Kentucky Fried Chicken drumstick, to the fare lady I picked up who would become my wife and mother of our child. Included in this new edition are all of the letters I received while publishing my journal, and my responses. I went out on the streets of San Francisco looking for something I had lost, and I found it. Take a ride with me, you won´t be disappointed.

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