It was a shitty rainy night but business was pretty good, We were busy the entire night. There wasn't even time to have the nightly coffee moment with the Pastor and the crew to bullshit a little bit.
I was driving a group of American University chicks back to their dorms from Dupont, the one who was sitting next to me was very quiet and I can tell she wasn't feeling good. She consumed more than she can handle and kept breathing funny, when we got around the vice president's mansion I slowed down and said, "Listen, if you you're not feeling well and want to throw up I will pull over right now! Don't puke in my cab and make this ride real expensive that you won't be able to afford to party for the rest of the month!"
She didn't hesitate for a second, I pulled over quick and she got out and puked a pile of crap right infront of Dick Cheney's place. When she returned back to the cab, boy that post puke smell! I never let anyone smoke in my cab but this time I requested that they smoke. It's the best way to get ride of that rotten stink.
I sped off real fast so that the secret service agents don't hassle my ass. I hope Mr. Cheney will take a look at that pile of vomit when he wakes up in the morning, courtesy from one of the future leaders of America.
Don't forget the homeless.