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04-23-2008, 03:10 PM
Look, I tried to avoid this but, tonight I decided to do this thing I do all the time (esp when touring) this game I play (with only me) called “Where Fucking AM I, Oh God” which basically helps me learn all the cities in the world so far that myself, and the MFC frequent. There is usually a rip-chord or an “out” in the game, BUT I always refuse to use either “rip-chords” until it is absolutely necessary as with no discipline comes no reward. SO I will do things like, on purpose not bring a map, and on-purpose not bring a cell phone. It is very thrilling. The Universal Out of this game is usually a Taxi. I mean, most cities have one or even if you have a language barrier problem you more or less can explain to someone where you are staying if you ask the hotel for a buisness card or just write it down and put it in yr pocket (never yr wallet, should you get mugged- I always keep the amount of money I think it takes to get from one side of a city to the other and the address written down myself in my pocket, just in case. Well, for some reason here, if you get tired, get lost, get worn down, and decide to get in a taxi, and I mean AT A F’N Taxi hold, and don;’t fucking pronounce the street with TOTAL authority, you get total shit from Taxi drivers. I mean, it has been a few days and I figured I had bad luck, but it’s like you’re really bothering them to get them to take you someplace. Fuck-heads. Christ. I mean, at least in NYC you have ZERO relationship with the driver because they are on the gdmn phone constantly and usually in a foreign language (that’s right, I said it, some taxi drivers in *NYC are from OTHER COUNTRIES- go figure-we live on the fucking grid system) anyway, this ASSHOLE tonight, I give up on the game, I mean, i put in at least 4 hours, anyway, I tell him the address and he get’s on his cell phone after making me repeat myself several times, AND STARTS TALKING SHIT ABOUT AMERICANS ETC like I wouldn’t know (little did he know that I am studing my ass off trying to learn french and an autodidact who rigorously self-tortures when I don;’t get stuff right. so i am basically understaing every fucking word. As he pulled over eventually (we were NO WHERE NEAR the hotel btw- as he proclaimed, and french people are always right ALWAYS RIGHT- which i kind of love ) I explained to him in his language that in New York we had a word too for that kind of thing and that his jacket was very poorly tailored. Then over-paid the shit out of him and smiled.*
Strangely he really wanted to engage me in conversation after that but I told him I was quite busy and had blogging to do.
But I sort of miss him now, that fuckhead. I hope he throws up something later, I’m thinking king crab because that is some poop your pants sick food if there ever was any (and I am in no way speaking from personal experience) fuck-head.
p.s. his wife sounded cool, he kept kind of apologizing after every third sentence, she must be a real stand up gal- I’m glad he has her around because he obviously needs the humility, so at least he made a good choice there. She certainly was not going to take a shred of shit from him, poor bastard.**
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Strangely he really wanted to engage me in conversation after that but I told him I was quite busy and had blogging to do.
But I sort of miss him now, that fuckhead. I hope he throws up something later, I’m thinking king crab because that is some poop your pants sick food if there ever was any (and I am in no way speaking from personal experience) fuck-head.
p.s. his wife sounded cool, he kept kind of apologizing after every third sentence, she must be a real stand up gal- I’m glad he has her around because he obviously needs the humility, so at least he made a good choice there. She certainly was not going to take a shred of shit from him, poor bastard.**
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