*~TAXI DRIVER CONFESSIONS~*

I WON'T DENY IT. HAVING A FEW COPIES OF OUR 1ST BARSTOOL POETRY BOOK sitting nearby at all times in the cab makes me a little n...

ON 1.3.13 A COUPLE GUYS WHO LOOKED LIKE FUGITIVES came running at me as I made a right off Riverside towards the Congress bridge. Turns out...

SEEING AS HOW I'VE BLOGGED ALL OF 3 TIMES IN 2012, THERE'S clearly been a whole slew of BobCab stories I've failed to share with...

ON MY WAY TO THE AIRPORT TODAY I SPOTTED A GIRL WALKING IN THE RAIN. She wore a gray summer dress as she shuffled down 43rd St., feel...

IT'S BEEN ABOUT A YEAR NOW SINCE THE GLORIOUS NIGHT I FOUND out Bob Plant was my neighbor. That's right, we here in Austin call ...

To the douche, er, dude who jumped on the hood of my cab hoping to get a ride after the bars had closed on 6th Street: My good sir, I hop...

“WHAT'S YOUR NAME AGAIN?" “Bob, you do this to me EVERY time!” “Dude, you’ve gotta sit in the front seat once or twice for me to r...