Taxi Cab Stories 9.11.8

Rode my skateboard to work tonight because I wantend to take a night off on the bike because I crashed pretty hard last night. I was cut off by two cabs turning left. The first one I smacked with my hand to let him know he cut me of. The second was a lot closer to running me over. So I picked up my board and slamed it on the cab. The driver went irate. He tried to run me over. I had to run to the side walk to feel some what safe. We did a cat and mouse for about 35 yards. He drove off up the block on 2nd. He parked his cab on Saint Marks and 2nd. I watched him get out of his cab as he went to the trunk of his ride. I got up close to him. He pulled out a one foot wooden brush. He held it like a weapen to hurt me. We yeld some more. "you hit my cab!" me "you tried to run me over" this went on for a min. With his broom in hand he reared back and hurled his broom at my head. I held up my board to block it from hitting my face. The broom breaks as it is shieled by the board. My heart is racing. I cut across Saint Marks on a green light. 50 yards down I hear a car speeding at me. I jump off my bord and hide be hind some parked cars. I'm not a fighter. He mugs me down as he drives off very slow. I have to keep my disstants from him to see where he is going to go. He stops at the light to wait for me. At this point I'm so shook up I call 311 (non emergancy police) I tell them my wows and conect me to 911. I walk as I talk. He turned right on Ave A and stops because other cabs honked at him to make a move I was looking over my shoulder while I was on the phone with 911. Told them what happend, still in a craz after all of this. I turn left, he's to the right. I see him pull out and make a move. I made it to the club with out a scrach. But I'm now scared from cabs for life. Note to self and others. DON'T EVER FUCK WITH NEW YORK CAB DRIVERS!!