Kelly Dessaint

The scenic route to hell

During the three-and-a-half years I’ve been driving for hire, I’ve had my…

A conservative in San Francisco

Last Thursday night, after taking a fare from the War Memorial to…

What a difference a game makes

“Sometimes I just want to scream, ‘Has everyone lost their goddamn minds?’”…

Hell is other cab drivers

Somehow, I seem to have spawned a budding little socialite. Whenever we’re…

Disrupt the disruptors

It’s hard not to feel like my taxi driving days are numbered.…

The long, rocky road to Buster’s

Christian started it. That picture he posted on Facebook of his cab…

The thin checkered line revisited

As I drift slowly, fitfully into longed-for slumber, my eyeballs twitch back…

The scourge of Outside Lands

In the distance, emerald laser beams pierce the darkness and splinter across…

Welcome to Pleasanton

It’s lovely in Pleasanton this time of year ... At 3:30 a.m.,…

Tub-thumping for a lost cause

I’m pulled over on 6th Street, waiting for the Golden Gate Theater…

The way of the taxi stand

Impact is all but inevitable. I’m on Sansome. Northbound. Taking a fare…

Blinded by the light

The nausea comes in waves, along with dizzy spells and a throbbing…

The Luck of Juneaux

If it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have no luck at…

Insanity is a full-time job

“I really hate sober people,” Mr. Judy says. “Not because they’re lousy…

Pride in all its splendor

"What have YOU got to be proud of?” Late Night Larry asks…

Ding-Dong! The Bro is Dead

Sometimes, I feel like a piano player on the Titanic, rambling on…

When I was a newbie, Part II

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When I was a newbie, Part I

  After dropping off a family of chatty tourists at the Hyatt…

Hailing a taxi while black

On the corner of Folsom and 6th, a guy is standing with…

No time for deadbeats in this town

I try not to take it personally, but it’s been over a…