I came across this picture as I was cleaning up my hard-drive. There is actually a pretty funny story behind it.
My friend Erika was having a big birthday bash at this club in Boston. We had 8 people heading over, and only one of the two cabs we called, ended up showing up. Therefore, the other four were forced to try and flag down their own cab. This is certainly easier said than done. Stepping up to the plate, I attempted to flag one down, quite unsuccessfully. What this really means is that I ran into the street and demanded that the cab take us. The driver, who in typical townie form, was not having it. He said to me, "Get out of the fucking road you faggot!"
Shocked, my friend spit on the cab. And, for good reason. That wasn't the nicest thing that the cabby could have said. Well, at this point, shit hit the fan. The cabby reached down and grabbed a two-liter of Diet Pepsi "Star Wars: Special Edition" and threw it directly at me. Little did he know that I have Cat-like reflexes and he barely missed hitting me. Bastard. In any event, some more homophobic remarks were thrown at us, as was assorted trash laying around his cab. Instead of calling the police, we laughed, and got another cab. The following pictures are a dramatic re-telling through clever and inventive photojournalism.