Literature/Poetry


Lately, a wise friend has been reminding me to keep my eyes on the road as I navigate these weekly cab reports. That these insights into the mind of a San Francisco…


It’s officially New Year’s Day, and there’s no slacking off for your driver this morning. Nope. Alex is ready to dive in to 2018. (Good riddance 2017!) It’s not yet 4am –…


(Stream-of-consciousness psychography from the edge of the eschaton, originally posted at equanimousrex.com) Electric dreams flash and flit. A steady bass beat throbs and bumps. The air blends the smells of imported spices…



(Stream-of-consciousness psychography from the edge of the eschaton, originally posted at equanimousrex.com) We’ve got an infestation folks. They’re crawling around the walls. Can you see them, smell them? They’re silent, you’ve got…


“The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.” – Anonymous Despite popular attribution, this was NOT an utterance of Mark Twain. But, it is definitely feeling like “summer”…




When we last checked in on our driver, Alex had just dropped off a recovering junkie tranny named Candy – and her androgynous Chihuahua, Pepper, at their homeless shelter out in the…


Citizen’s Cab #1015 – San Francisco 8:00am: Morning rush hour is picking up. I’m headed east up Market, fresh from shuttling a suit down to The Financial. But who’s butt will fill…



Thursday It’s been a ho-hum morning rush hour, full of the same old beautiful and perfect California sun. I’m rollin’ easy, and business is like-wise temperate and smooth. The financial frost of…


Passengers, I have a confession to make… Until a few weeks ago, I’d been living a double life here in San Francisco. A secret life that I have kept from you, and…


Friday Last night was a hot night, literally. I slept with all the windows open in my flat. (Though, you shouldn’t take the word “slept” too literally.) I’m still grappling with the…



Friday – 10:30am, Citizen’s Cab #1015 CHIME! Steve Jobs wants my attention. It’s a rarity. I’ve always presented myself as a moving target socially, and in particular, with cellular demands for an…