There are only a handful of things that I couldn't live without: coffee, food, water, xanax and above all: air conditioning. I dread the summer sun like Nosferatu. I hate being sweaty and get paranoid about smelling although I shower 2-3 times a day from June-September. So, I'm all about the AC....you get it.
Ever since Rich White Fucker raised the price of gas to near European levels, cabbies around NYC have been skimping on the AC in order to get a few more miles out of their tank before they get pump-raped again. I just can't take it anymore. I feel for you dude, but you've been roasting and ripening in a yellow sweatbox for a 12 hour shift and when I get in the back seat it feels and smells like someone locked me in a supermarket dumpster on a 100 degree day. I know some of that hot funk is going to get on me and my clothes and when I'm around friends I'm going to smell like cabbie pit and ass--and I can't live like this. See you in September.