By Randall Rogers
One time I picked up a man in my taxi and he had a
little log of shit wedged between his ankle and the
inside of his shoe.
He stunk to high heaven and from the smell and the
stains on his pants, it�s lucky he shat anything solid
since obviously he�d just been soiling himself and
peeing in his pants, for quite some time.
I picked him up when he was clean, well groomed, at
the County Detox Ward a week or so before.
How he�d fallen in the space of a few days�
The other drivers eventually took a vote
Everybody agreed we wouldn�t give him a ride anymore.
He smelled so bad.
We too had a twenty dollar fine policy
For when someone puked
And if we could
We always tried to get the puker back to the office
To clean up his/her own mess.
And save us the hassle
Of hosing out our cars
Me, I stuck to my crystal methamphetamine
And whatever confronted me
I motored on through the night.
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