Kelly Dessaint

Fairytale of San Francisco

It’s Christmastime in San Francisco, and everyone is behaving like dogs. Must…

Bring on the self-driving cars

The news last week that Uber had unleashed a fleet of driverless…

The not-so-secret mating rituals at Santacon

My third rain-drenched shift in a row begins on Saturday with the…

Everybody must get stoned

On Thursday night, after dropping off in Bernal Heights, I circle through…

Desperate times and big, dumb, great ideas

There wasn’t much to be thankful for over Thanksgiving weekend, as far…

The goons come out in the rain

The rain brings out the madness normally only seen during natural disasters.…

Bay Area drivers are the worst

Over the past week, Trumpmania has made it almost impossible to focus…

The curse of the drunken millennials

It’s almost last call on a quiet Friday night. There’s not much…

Crackheads are people, too

Bill Graham is breaking. As M83 fans pour out of the auditorium…

From the wrong sex club to the right sex club

I’m cruising down Folsom Street on a quiet Thursday night at about…

Between a jackhammer and a drug test

6 a.m. On a Monday. Oakland. The day starts with the clatter…

What taxi dreams are made of

Every once in a while the sun shines on a taxi driver’s…

The thin checkered line

For some stupid reason, I still start my shifts at Caltrain these…

Suits and leather jock straps

Last week is a blur. In retrospect, I’m not sure why I…

The many potholes on the road to self-driving cars

I’m cruising down Haight Street when four women flag me outside Magnolia.…

Where the streets have no rules

It figures. Just when I’m finally getting Zen about sharing the road…

The top light is on, but I’m not

Tonight, The City is a ghost town. Burning Man, Labor Day weekend…

Taxi drivers are dropping like flies

Based on what I’ve been hearing while I linger outside the National…

A drug run in the slow lane

It’s been a while since I’ve taken anyone on a drug run.…

Fear and loathing in the Marina

"Do you know the AMC on Van Ness?” asks the girl who…