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Tuesday 9:52am: Cabulous “Cha-ching!”-ed me five minutes ago for a passenger directly across from City Hall. The dedicated smartphone Velcro-ed to the dash of Citizen’s Cab #474 (don’t ask about #204) shows…


Political Passengers, What? You’d happily forego this week’s ride to watch the video Alex spent WAY to much time on? With his old punk band from NYC days – Killer & the…


Monday Noon: “Cha-ching! – 68 12th Street. Paratransit.” I was just rolling east down Market (in my new girl Citizen’s Cab #204) for a run into the Financial. But since the culling…


Repeat Passengers, Busy down the rabbit hole workin’ on TWO videos now! Please enjoy your ride with another gem from the vault… Cheers, @ _______ Monday 5:15am: I’m back in the Citizen’s…


Well. Monday came. And I made bank. But you, passenger, probably don’t know what I’m talking about, eh?  Let’s put it in reverse. Take a ride to the week before last… Your…


Disinfo-ers, Been locked up honing my video editing skills, working on my next political two cents Ivanka Shyster Moore. Please enjoy a ride along with an oldie-but-goodie this week… ___ Tuesday 10:28am:…



It’s a bea-U-tiful predawn! Friday, the fog is shining, and San Francisco is beaming particular with her special glow, that elusive magic – which one taxi philosopher posits is embedded in her…


“There are no laws in this town, anymore. There is only what you can get away with.” – Alex SacK That’s what I tell my passengers when invariably making that illegal U…


Beatings, sexual assault, lies, coverups, pedophile rape. God bless ‘Merica! The era of the pajama boy is over. All HAIL the Alpha Male! Video by A.SacK Music by Killer & the Kids…


Noon, I’m cruising Union Street in Cow Hollow, though I don’t know why. This quaint, tree lined strip of boutique shops and cafes in the shadow of the Golden Gate has long…


Hello Disinfo-ers, I have an oldie but goodie for you this week. Meet, Nam… ___ Tuesday 4:20am: “Bloo-DoDo-Bloo-DingDing… Bloo-DoDo-Bloo-DingDing… Bloo-DoDo-Bloo-DingDing…” I changed my iPhone alarm-tone to the generic Apple-supplied Harp one. I…



It’s that time of year… The annual J.P. Morgan Healthcare Conference, where suits from around the world to converge on San Francisco to schmooze, darting between Union Square’s bustling cafe’s and hotel…



Traditionally, the week after Christmas is dead for the hack. (Okay, so is the week before Christmas.) A funny way to celebrate the hope of new life, if you ask me. Still,…




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…






It’s Monday. The Citizen’s Cab lot’s amber lamps are off for some random reason. And it is dark, but for the light of an almost full moon bouncing off the yellow roofs…