the first time…

…is no longer looming before me like some kind of impending doom. the first time has come and gone now, the second time, too…

…i picked up my first fare(s). k****y, party of three, at the albertsons directly across the street from my therapist’s office…

…k****y didn’t look like her photo, but i swooped in and picked her, and her two friends up…

…i let them know that they were my firsts. they laughed. i tried to use the waze app, but it messed me up several times…

…the girls were very gentle and patient with me. once i switched back over to the google app, i was golden…

…k****y was from seattle and here for work, as were the others. we both shared our loves of the pacific northwest…

…we arrived safely and happily at our destination, and i was off. i left for henderson, to pick-up my second fare…

…m**k was my second fare. he was going to retrieve his car. he told me all about his recent trip to san francisco…

…m**k was originally from hawaii, but has lived here for the last ten years. he has a friend that drives full-time for uber…

…i dropped m**k off and drove over to sunset station, where i am currently sitting and waiting for my next fare…

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2 thoughts on “the first time…

    1. Yeah, it’s a pretty cool place! Hope that you’re doing well. How are Cash and Carly? Could you please send me a photo of them sometime?

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