The taxi driver was a chatty fellow. I couldn't help but think that we were his movie entertainment system, that part of his brain was enjoying the idiosyncrasy of each passenger.
Come the end of the night the taxi driver could be seen cleaning his car instead of sleeping. He'd catch barely enough sleep and be back out the door before his kids were even home. It took a lot of tiring miles to put food on the table and keep the roof. After that, there was nothing left to make him a husband or a father... perhaps that is what was killing him, taking his health a bloodless slice at a time.
I realise you always need to hold the wheel, lover my love, but should ever have need of my assistance I will only be your taxi driver. That I promise you.
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