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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 Friday, the end of a week of taxi’ing, which saw bipolar weather patterns exercising fight or flight across San Francisco, modulating from deluge to clear blue sky every two minutes, or…


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…



Back at the Citizen’s Cab lot, drivers mill about and shoot the shit exchanging war stories, as offering up warm wishes to each other’s families, and the occasional good natured jab. Often…


Let’s take a ride outside the taxi this week, passengers. After all, a cabbie gets a day off once in a while, to be entirely spent tying up loose ends. You see,…


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,…



“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”…





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…