How did you manage to survive all those years with the dregs of humanity? I think I'd rather work on an Alaskan crab boat than risk being a cabbie in the inner-city.
I think the drug dealers don’t want a lot of crime attracting attention to their area. that’s one thing.
I did have knives pulled on me twice, attack with bat once, and had a gun problem once. Multiple drunks, but I just dragged them out of the car
Sometimes there would be crying, heartbroken mothers at the door waiting for their alcoholic sons at 5am. sad.
But drug dealers in the cab, the prostitutes, the guys wanting to go buy drugs, they didn’t want to attract attention, so they were relatively safer.
The random dude with a chip on his shoulder was the issue.
I’ll tell you another time how two big gay black guys tried to rape me.