Jan 4, 2019
I took a cab ride today that I haven’t had in ages. Sat up in the cab all bougie looking for a seat belt to say click... Not one sound.... Missing, gone. Window button looked up at me like how dare you ask me to work. Don’t touch me bitch. The kickback from the fumes smelled like NY summer. This car had history... sex, tears, vomit, someone’s blood from a gun shot wound.... seats worn out, stretched like the waist band of your favorite old pair a draws... Didn’t have not one car shock to save a tit. Every pothole gave my bra a true crash test and had my titties screaming bloody murder with fear. What a ride.
I love NY.
