There's a keshie who used to rank up around town during the bad years and he was always robbing off the back of the rank and causing arguments.Everyone knows him and he's a grumpy culchie cunt, not many like him at all.One day I see him coming out of one of them expensive menswear places on Dawson street and he has loadsa bags of new gear.I says hello and he tells me"it's fukking shite out there....then goes on to tell me there's no point keeping it all the cash in shoeboxes'.I was scraping by back then.If I had shoeboxes full of cash I'd be at home in front of the fire.Then he jumps back in the parked taxi and pulls on to the rank, kinda gave me an insight into the way these lads think.This was back when you needed to do 11/12 hours to take in a ton.He drives a new Prius now but the hungry jew is still on the road every day.I'd kill myself if I had his life.Don't think I ever saw him smiling once.