I drive a taxi now. Yeah a taxi. After not working for 8 months, I went full throttle this weekend.
Friday - Rode rode 3.5 hours and worked 13. 2pm - 3am
Saturday - Rode 4.25 hours and worked 13. 3pm - 4am
Work pretty much consists of listening to NPR and driving around people who are socially responsible enough to not drink and drive from bar to bar. Oh and trying to explain that I SERIOUSLY, dont know where to get any blow. My car last night had 322,000 miles on it. I added about 400. Its addicting. I just want to keep driving, I forget to eat and drink - just get into this weird zone of going going going. One more fare. One more fare. One more...
Rule of thumb: if you have enough cash on you to buy one of the houses around you outright, you should call it a night. That was me in Braddock last night at 330am.