I am the guy that writes your name in black marker on your Starbucks cup. I probably write around five hundred customers’ names every day. Recently, it has come to my attention that people are not always satisfied with the name I’ve written. In fact, many people say that the names are…
Someone on the internet made this and I think it’s cool. Still so sad today. People like Joan Rivers and Sarah Silverman made me think I belonged in comedy instead of feeling like a kid sister tagging along in someone else’s career field. Loved seeing Joan perform when I was starting out in NY it made me feel euphoric and inspired and full of awe. She was electric - better than everyone and took more risks. The doc about her “A Piece of Work” almost instantly brought me to tears and I realized how thirsty I was to see the narrative of a female comedy legend and feel we are a part of this story and the evolution of a craft. She was the epitome of fearless. Fearless doesn’t mean you don’t feel afraid it means you do it anyway and walk through the fear. If you’re a young comedian also read Phyllis Diller “Like a Lampshade in a Whorehouse” if you want to feel inspired and like you belong. Sending love to every comedian as we keep losing our heroes. Back to being sad. Bye❤️Rest in laughs Joan💖
Fuck this man. Fuck him so hard in the fucking face that his brain dies.
A long day of work and play and it was time to go home, so I was treating myself to a cab. One of the new Nissan Future Taxis picked me up. These things are spacious, but also have a very high separation wall, so you really don’t get a good view of the driver. I told the cab driver to take me to Queens via the Midtown tunnel. We arrived at my destination, which is always across the street from my apartment building. I have never felt comfortable letting a cab driver know where I live. I paid the fair with a credit card. The driver told me I still owed him for the toll. I told him I have never paid separately for a toll before. He told me to wait a minute, but I did not see him doing anything, the separation wall is high. I told him he should have added it in, I already paid the fare. He told me to wait a minute. I was feeling very uncomfortable and his behavior was feeling shady. I went to open the door and it was locked. I told him to unlock the door. He told me to wait a minute. I got LOUD and told him to unlock the door. He told me to wait a minute. I threatened to call the cops twice or more before he finally unlocked the door. I got out and walked the opposite direction. The Cab Driver got out, I turned around and he was pulling his unzipped pants up as he came around to the back of the cab. I yelled some things at him about jerking off that I can’t quite remember. They were not witty or clever, they were freaked out and coming from a place of shock. He told me he was having me banished or some shit and was pointing to the sky. I stepped into the street to take a photo of the license and he blocked the license plate. My body started shaking realizing what was happening. Something I can’t prove. But I will say it. This pile of garbage was keeping me locked inside his cab so he could jerk off with me in there. God knows if he had any other plans. I started officially walking away and called my husband and could barely get the words out. I started shaking and had to think really hard to get my body to move towards my building. Thankfully there is a median on the street I live on, so the Cab Driver could not make a U-turn and follow me. I made it to my buildings driveway and froze, a few minutes later, from a safe distance. I saw the cab driver pass. My husband found me shivering and crying, frozen in place.
I have no proof is limp dick was in his hands while I was in the cab.
I can’t prove the door was locked and he refused to let me out.
I can and did dispute the charges on my credit card.
I can and did file a complaint with T & L commission.
If I ever take a cab again, I guess my first move is to always take a photo of their license and request the doors remain wide open while I am driven home.
"Great people do things before they’re ready. They do things before they know they can do it. And by doing it, they’re proven right. Because, I think there’s something inside of you—and inside of all of us—when we see something and we think, “I think I can do it, I think I can do it. But I’m afraid to.” Bridging that gap, doing what you’re afraid of, getting out of your comfort zone, taking risks like that—THAT is what life is. And I think you might be really good. You might find out something about yourself that’s special. And if you’re not good, who cares? You tried something. Now you know something about yourself. Now you know. A mystery is solved. So, I think you should just give it a try. Just inch yourself out of that back line. Step into life. Courage. Risks. Yes. Go. Now."