Krazy Kab

The buzz of Chicago was in the air. Cars were honking. Trains were breezing by. Voices were silent underneath it all. The city was all the paraprofessional needed. She saw a taxi and wondered what she was suppose to do with her nap bag. It was full of things for that night and the next day. The paraprofessional's best friend was on her way to pick the paraprofessional up in her new red convertible that was to be parked at her sister's apartment. The paraprofessional's best friend was a probation officer. The paraprofessional was very glad she was finally on her way to a club in Chicago again.

The probation officer was really good friends with a taxi driver named Ferrari. He was the most awesome taxi driver around. The two best friends didn't have to know the name of the taxi service. They partied with him in the club and had the taxi and trunk all night. Lots of drinking for all of them!

Ferrari was foreign and not happy with his job. He wanted to be a school teacher.

The paraprofessional was working as a paraprofessional for a school in Crown Point, Indiana in special education. The probation officer was working as a probation officer. They told Ferrari they knew how to help him if he would just straighten up his life. He needed to know about America as well. He had to like America too.

After a few drinks the probation officer, Ferrari, and the paraprofessional were dancing and having fun. They were meeting lots of neat people that wanted to help all three of them and straighten up their own lives as well.

"Hey," the paraprofessional said to Ferrari, "I am Indian." The paraprofessional was joking around truthfully. The paraprofessional continued on, "I respect America still. I have a degree and know how you got your name. It is not real." The paraprofessional was turning into an Indian psychic to Ferrari. "When you first got to America a car was the first thing your family saw. The authorities told you it was a Ferrari and that was your name."

The probation officer was laughing by now. She gave the paraprofessional the cue to be serious and keep on going. "Do I need to buy a Ferrari?" Ferrari asked kindly. His accent was really deep. The paraprofessional was worried about it. "No, you need to be a really good teacher before you can buy one of those. My grandfather use to work for Ford. I want you to find out everything you can about a Ferrari," the paraprofessional was having lots of fun with Ferrari.

The paraprofessional, probation officer, and the taxi driver named Ferrari had enough partying and drinking. They were still in Chicago and stopped by the drive-through to Rock-in' Roll McDonald's. They bought some food to keep them from getting sick. The food was excellent!

Ferrari unpacked the paraprofessional and probation officer's bags out of the trunk of the cab. When they got to the apartment of the probation officer's sister Ferrari was on his way home. He was now acting like a real taxi driver. The paraprofessional and probation officer both agreed Ferrari was fun. They all decided together that they would go out with Ferrari again to teach him how to be a teacher.

Many years later at Buddy and Pals the paraprofessional was looking at an advertisement in the girls bathroom on Krazy Kab. She had been drinking diet Coke all night. The advertisement was a cab service for those who wanted it from Buddy and Pals. The bar was down the street from the paraprofessional's house. The paraprofessional remembered Ferrari. She was really proud of him for becoming a teacher in Illinois. She could never work in Illinois. She worked in Crown Point, Indiana where the bar Buddy and Pals was.

The paraprofessional didn't know how to take it. She really supported Krazy Kab for people now. The paraprofessional's Indian magic was not the magic she knew of Ferrari. His magic was amazing to her. It still exists today. The paraprofessional knew that was how he made it as a teacher in Illinois. His gifts were amazing to her.