Now that I'm on a roll about
night time cab driving
it's confession
time
BACK SEAT DRIVERS
are the worst
I was driving in a Southern city. There was
a brand new bridge that had just been built.
Ran straight as an arrow for five miles.
As I pulled onto the bridge the guy in the back said, "go straight driver".
I snapped. Twenty five years of accumulative
rage burst out. I drove to the high spot on
the bridge and pulled over.
I got out, walked around to the back and opened the door.
He looked at me and said, what.
I grabbed him by the shirt and with one motion (feet never touched the ground)pulled him out of the cab and threw him over the side.
I leaned over and hollered, "Don't forget to fall straight down".
I got back in the cab and drove away before another car came along.
Somebody went to town and never came home. Happens all the time.
Don't tell anyone. Our secret.
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I was so frustrated that I couldn't get anyone to read what I wrote, I thought, you can confess to murder and you'll be ignored.
My Dark Secret
...is about being molested by a humongous, very dark
woman of color when I was a little boy and how it has traumatized my life.
Scroll down on right to "Chosen Few" and
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