Kelly Dessaint

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…

Requiem for Valencia Street

The City is dead. It’s barely midnight, and half of the bars…

The convention of the high streets

“Always say yes.” During a recent Recitation of the Waybill, a bunch…

Looking for fares in all the wrong places

Last Friday night, after cruising the Mission, I decide to check out…

The poor man’s taxi driver

Shortly after midnight, I’m cruising down Polk Street. It’s been quiet since…

Ode to street hustle

I’ve come to dread working Saturday nights. Even if I get to…

Driving in my sleep

I’m cracking up. With a 3-month-old baby who’s already teething, consistent sleep…

The hooligans of Market Street

With “Hamilton” and “Into the Woods” breaking around the same time, Market…

Taxi driving is more than a job

On this, the occasion of my 100th column, I can’t help but…

At 2 a.m., there’s only one Jack in the Box

‘Taxi!” My eye twitches as I try to locate the source of…

The misanthropic drug dealer

‘There’s no hope, I’m telling ya. All that’s left is total destruction.”…

The wrong way to deal with a prostitute

It’s 3 a.m. The streets are gloriously free of traffic. As I’m…