truly, the subject line is disturbing enough... but alas, there is more.
last night took me to the marina .. drinks with friends and i figured i'd be safer cabbing from the mission. the mission to marina trek is only two miles long, but they might as well stamp your passport; shit brown streets give way to christmas lights and asian fusion cuisine up the ass. two miles, two different worlds.
regardless, i needed a cab. first, i thought i spotted one coming down valenicia, and i began waving my arm maniacally. my man didnt slow down so i got real close to the street and really wave my shit to get his attention. nothing. what a dick, im thinking as he passes me by. i look closer only to discover that he's a pizza delivery dude. i almost lost my shit, peered in and saw pizza man was also laughing his ass off. so we were cool, and i thought of a funny story to write... another time perhaps.
anyway, im still without a ride and getting a bit annoyed. finally, a yellow cab roared from 15th st way, pulled over and let me in.
right away, there were difficulties. 'no smoking!' cabby yells at me, in his teutonic ways. this is gonna be great... we pull off, head up valencia and roar up franklin street, the greatest northbound thoroughfare this side of lake shore drive.
somehow, about 5 minutes into this ride, Hansy looks out the window and calls someone a 'bitch ass nigga'. i'm like dude, you cant be saying that. and he's like ' nooo i was in the hhhip hhhhop nation... you must say nigga and not nigger there is a big difference!' ... basically, im looking around the cab for gas shafts at this point. these fuckers burnt me once. anyway, no gas, but this guy keeps going. 'do you know what a bitch ass nigga is'? 'nope'. 'a bitch ass nigga is a nigga who wont carry a piece and kill other niggas, like a bitch' ...
geary
sutter
bush
the streets weren't coming fast enough ... and im stugglin to not laugh, to not open the door.
' i used to be in the hip hop nation but it was too difficult!' he says to me. 'yes, ' i reply ,'sounds like a big commitment.' 'yes, i would not wax any niggas so i could not stay!'
california
broadway
green
finally a left on union and the subject changes to 'bitches' ... as we pull up to the spot he reminds me that 'bitches and hoes' aint shit ... as i give him my 10 spot , i am both relieved to get out of that car without incident, and regret that i never followed up on a recent goal -- to carry a tape recorder everywhere i go.. because honestly, i cant make shit up as good as you'll hear from a gayish german cabbie.
