Taxi Cab Stories, Writing

On Magick, Connection, PMS, Priestessing, and Why I Don’t Do Drugs

The first indicator that this fare was going to go very wrong was that my customer was unconscious. It was 11 p.m. on a Friday night in January.  I’d gotten the order to the “rave” club down by the waterfront in Southeast.  The place is notorious for providing cab drivers with overly intoxicated customers, and… Continue reading On Magick, Connection, PMS, Priestessing, and Why I Don’t Do Drugs

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