I know I am not that sharpest tool in the shade, my IQ is a little over the current temperature but please stop giving me those lame fucken excuses on why you're going to those shady neighborhoods at three in the morning when you trying to get your coke, crack, meth, pot, or what ever hell you are smoking because I don't give a shit, all I care is getting paid up front going in to those joints and usually the rides are round trip.
At 2:52 am I was dispatched to 35th street in Georgetown and picked up two passengers who wanted to go 2nd street in south west near the water front which is pretty much a project. You can find any drug you may want to fry your brain with in that shit hole and for your convenience the pharmacists are walking the streets 24 hours a day, they don't wear white coats but they do have loaded guns in case you forget to pay them.
My passengers were clean cut white couple in their twenties and were in a hurry to get their fix. The guy was already stoned he wasn't saying much and the chick was doing all the talking and let's call her "J"
J: Can you take us to 2nd and P south west?
J: I have to give my friend some money, she have to take an early train to NY.
ME: I see!
J: I can't believe she woke me up this time at night?
ME: You are a good friend uh?
J: How much is the fare?
J: So round trip is 24 something?
ME: No, I will give you 10 minutes wait and I need $50 total.
J: Why so high? Are you trying to ripp us off?
ME: Listen, stop with that my friend catching a train bullshit, I know why you're going there and I don't care. If you want me to wait for your ass risking my safety you have to pay accordingly, otherwise just pay the one way $12.30 and wait for another cab!
I know they are not going to wait for another cab in the projects three in the morning, they have a better chance surviving walking around down town Baghdad. The boyfriend reached for his wallet and handed me $50 and told her to stop arguing. Am I charging higher? Yes. Is it justified? I will let you be the judge but I did tell them up front and why.
When we got to south west near the hustlers corner I double parked my cab with my gear on drive while the boyfriend went out and bought his shit. He didn't stay too long and we got the fuck out of there quick. When we returned back to Georgetown the boyfriend was nice enough to throw in another five bucks and asked for my cell phone number for their future trip, but next time I will take them to a place where the hustlers know me by name and his girl doesn't have to bullshit me anymore.
Don't forget the homeless.