Saturday, December 21, 2013

What the fuck is the matter with some people?

Okay, say it's around nine at night it' s seasonally cool evening and you want a taxi. You are, let's say on Lexington Avenue near 42nd Street.  You see a parked taxi. The roof light is off. The headlights are not on. You peer inside and you see this old man, eyes closed.,  That's me, hibernating. What the fuck makes you keep tapping on the driver window until I turn my head left and open my left eye? 

Does it fuckin' bother you that I can sleep on the job? Do you fuckin' think I am about to take you where the fuck you want to go?