Bernie Lunger Personality Coach Sensuality Trainer

Had an interesting and kismetic sort of night. The trend lately seems to be don't get hardly any passengers for the first hour and just be calm about it, and it will come. I get so excited about getting out early on a Monday night so I can make some cash before it dies at eleven, but it seems like once I first get out it takes a while to work out the taxi flow, at least for me.

Around nine I met up with a friend at this chlorinated smelling art opening of the staff at a male bathhouse on Market St, and he ended up riding around with me for a few hours. I often enjoy that, having a guest appearance. I have another hot fabulous queen friend that I pick up in the Castro sometimes and she just goes on and on entertaining the faggots and calling them out - telling them not to brush their teeth before they give blowjobs and screaming WORK WORK out the window and shit like that.

So I drove X----- around some of my favorite hills, up Hyde and over so you can see the Hyde St. Pier and that skeletal looking pirate ship peeking up over the water. He seemed excited about the hills and it reminded me of the glass elevators at the Westin. Luckily my fare was heading there. I parked in the cab line and we snuck to the back of the hotel and took the speedy lift up 32 flights looking out at the sparkly Christmassy city in the night sky. I seemed to pick quite a few fares while we were driving around together. Our first one was this lady who lives in Switzerland and she interrupted our converation to ask if we live here in the city - I told her I do, and she asked what it was like here, she was here five years ago. I said, well its not as desperate and terrible as it was five years ago during the dot-com boom, theres a little more housing, but its in many ways a broken hearted city when it comes to the people that make this town great. The housing market is still pretty tight, and poor people are being pushed out everywhere. Started to tell her about the imminent domain shit happening in Bayview, and how the low-income housing in San Francisco is for the people making 40 grand a year. In some ways its still that town Willie Brown said if you can't afford, you should move. Do you know that our lovely ex-mayor offered tax shelters to internet companies to come to San Francisco? They didnt have to pay taxes! So not only did they fill our streets with a 24 hour frat party, they gave nothing to arts funding or housing subsidies or whatever!

Got quite a few really random bingos, which means you drop off and someone else gets in before you leave. Most of them were in unusual places. The strangest had to be Bernie. I picked him up at 21st and Noe, at 11 pm. This is a very steep residential hill, and he came panting down it as my fares got out. He asked me to drive him up and down Valencia so he could find his car. He wanted me to start from the very beginning and slowly drive down. I asked him how his night was going and he replied terrible. Sad and lonely and the friends that he thought were there for him weren't. I said "Isnt it strange how lonely you can be in San Francisco surrounded by all these fabulous people. "

Then he went on to tell me a story about his car, how he took acid with three friends and drove them around all night and they were competely unaware that they were in two tons of speeding steel - the way that they were flailing around. All of a sudden he says "Oh no, wait, pullover I don't think I have any money to pay for this". The meter was at $5.35 and I knew that bingo was to good to be true. He asked for my card and I asked if he had the $5.35. He handed me six dollars and said "There's nothing like loving touch" and pressed his card into my hand - on one side "GOT ORGASM" and on the other "Bernie Lunger Personality Coach Sensuality Trainer".