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     From day to day you never know whose gonna get in your back seat or where you'll wind up taking a fare. That's the short of being a cabby. I've driven since 1978. Mostly night shift. In the 5 different decades that I've driven a yellow cab in NYC each day is an experience. I've got a slew of standard answers for the inquisitive passenger. The most common question is "What's the craziest thing to happen in your cab?" What I want to say is "Your thinking that I'm really gonna tell you!" But I answer the question with "What category?" Sex, violence, celebrity?

     Let's face it, in 35yrs very little gets tired. Whats happened to the people in the city is a dreadfully boring move toward conservativness. 

       The sex in the back seat is dead. You don't even get the occasional blow job. Not even making out. These asshole Muslims and their ultra religious beliefs are part of it. What's really sad is how pussy these wannabe New Yorkers don't have the balls to be free and express any kind of passion. 

     Guys don't take flowers or candy. Nothing in hand for the girl. Young guys are as smart as door nobs. I can't tell you how often I ask a kid "Do you have a condom?" I mean they're going for move with nothing in hand and don't have the sense to at least protect the girl. Stupid fucks. So this lowly cabbie offers them a condom. Actually two. Not that they'll go twice but rather if the damage the first one there's another there. Hahahaha... I gotta laugh. When I was 10 or. 11 I remember practicing so I could do it smoothly. Even now, it's always about being smooth. 

     I make no pretense to like my father. But he instilled one thing that will always hold true. The women cums first. And he always told me to wear condoms. It's that and that alone that's kept me from contracting "el montro" (the monster.)

     I shouldn't give my shit for a father more credit then he's due. I've also never shared a needle. I can remember being about 6/7 yrs old and thinking that one of the reasons junkies looked sick was that they shared needles. I had a heart to heart with a white junkie as he got off at the kitchen table and I ate my corn flakes for breakfast. He explained how he had gotten sick with hepatitis twice. So I figured that sharing a needle was the wrong thing to do. I had a small lizard and he swooped it with me for his small switch blade. Ah the lizard didn't do anything but eat piss and shit. At least I could play with the knife.