A NATION OF CAB DRIVERS

I remember years ago when I met this girl at a club in Adams Morgan. Pretty face, smoking body, inviting personality, well read and funny too! We talked, danced, drank, talked and drank some more. I was so in to her I didn't want the night to be over, but after the last call I suggested that we go to the after hours underground club called The Bunker. I have written about this club on this blog before, it's a place where all the bartenders, waiters, hookers, strippers, hustlers, all the shady characters and even some cops go and visit to address their thirst and socialize. I really impressed her, she couldn't believe that a well oiled illegal operation existed stone throw away from the Capitol building that even some law enforcement individuals frequented. Armina was more impressed that every creep in that shit hole was chest bumping and high fiving me! I was like, if you only she knew that most of these misfits did time some prison in America. We had a great time until pretty much sunrise and agreed to meet up in a few days with Armina.

I was never shy to tell people that I was a proud DC cab driver even though my class of work is just one notch up from a garbage-man of a socioeconomic scale. Driving a cab in DC was lucrative back in the days, most cabbies weren't rich but they owned their own homes, went on vacations and sent their kids to college and some moved on in to other small businesses. These days I hear some DC cabbies are looking for food from a garbage cans, thanks to Uber! On our date the obvious question of "What do you do?" came up, and for the first time ever I was so unease to tell and talk about my pathetic profession. We were having dinner at the Spaghetti Gardens when the word 'cabdriver" came out of my mouth, Armina threw up all over my shirt and left! From time to time I ran in to her for years and we pretend we never met and knew each-other.

Fast forward fourteen years, I was having drinks with friends and it was time to go home and one of  my friends offered me a ride with his Uber request since I live on the way. My friend said "I think we have a chic driver called Armina!" How could I forget that name but not in a million years I thought it would be the same Armina from a decade and a half ago. When he showed me the picture of the driver on the app, there she was the same old Armina, middle aged and a little chubbier.

I didn't say 'Hey, you remember me bitch?" but it just made me think, how Uber successfully changed Americans in to cabdrivers and how the profession of cab driving that most of the American society looked down on, turned out to be a cool side gig? I really wanted to throw up on her ass but I didn't drink enough to do so.

Please don't forget the homeless,

Mad Cabbie.

MY MEMORY OF JOHN McCAINE

I know you have been bombarded with how Senator John McCaine's shit smells like pink roses all over the media. People usually try to dig out the best of you after you die regardless how horrible person you have been. I am not saying McCaine was a horrible human being, but every time I hear his name reminds me of the cab ride I gave to the Senator and his young female aide back in the mid nineties.

I picked them up from the senate side of the Capitol heading to the Capital Grille, it was a brand new restaurant back then, and it was the place to be for the powerful and the wannabes. The ride was less than ten minutes but it felt like ten days because he was yelling at the poor young broad the whole ride. It was something about not being prepared for the union guys from Arizona, some shit like that. He got dropped off at the restaurant at 6th and Pennsylvania Ave NW, never said hello or thank you. After the senator left I proceeded to drive in to Virginia to drop the poor girl at her apartment, young whitties didn't live in the city back then.

"Yaw Mad Cabbie, what the fuck man? You haven't blogged in ages, and now you come back and bad mouth the Senator? He was a purple heart Vietnam war hero, man! He is not even buried yet for God's sake ! What happened to human decency, bro?"

Calm down you jackass, there are thousands of wounded vets out there, including my father, God bless his soul! I found out that my father was shot by a Vietnamese sniper in his balls sack and the doctors had to get rid off one of the balls. I never knew my father was running around with one lonely ball for all those years until my mother told me just recently. We have always been told that dad was shot in his ass! I remember that I was too embarrassed to say my dad was shot in the ass in Vietnam! Who the fuck goes to war and gets shot in the ass? The only people I know who gets shot in the ass are niggers in the hood when they shoot each other because their aiming skill sucks.

"Mad, why are we talking about your dad's balls? Aren't you writing about your John McCaine memories?"

Okay okay, you're right man! Let me get to the point....Listen folks, don't make John McCaine more than who he was. That "No Vote" he casted to save Obama Care is more a "FUCK YOU TRUMP" vote than let's care of our uninsured poor folks! Didn't he turned around and gave a "Yes Vote" supporting the Trump tax cut bill the would also eliminate thirteen million Americans out of Obama Care network?

John McCaine was just another Washington politician with more questionable past that the media leads you to believe, but I do respect the man for the harsh experience  he endured in Vietnam whether that war was just or not.

RIP Senator John McCaine, thank you for your service.

Please don't forget the homeless,

Mad Cabbie,