Cab fare
You drive a cab long enough in Baltimore, you see everything. I’m not kidding. Baltimore is just full of characters, and it seems like I’ve had ’em all in my hack at one time or another in the years I’ve been doing this to keep a fucking roof over my head and pay my non-fucking ex-wife’s alimony bills. Like I said, I’ve seen all kinds of fares, but the topper had to be this rich society bitch last Christmas. I pick her up at BWI loaded her bags into the trunk and take off. She’s wearing a dead...