10 NYC Cab Horror Stories

Spun Right Round

"While heading to a DJ gig in Brooklyn, my gypsy cab stopped to refuel. Two kids with guns stepped to the car and me and my man stepped out of the vehicle without saying a word. They drove off with my three crates of records in the trunk. The car was found the next day with nothing in the trunk. I sunk into a lengthy depression."

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