Night of nonsense

Tonight this blog is going to be a mess of nonsense. First off, I love erratic cab drivers. Almost more than any other part of any city, anywhere, in the world (with the exception of Moscow but that's because I spent a previous life there and so there is a special bond). I feel so at one with the world when the cab is jumping from lane to lane, suddenly jerking to a stop, screaming and pounding on the horn, and then zooming off again. It's like aromatherapy to me.