
He said he wasn't afraid to die. But that isn't easy to say. We have done this many times before. Died on the cross. He has a tendency to open his mouth. There is some magical intervention that brings your mirror image to you in your cab. We see life.
I turn a little key in my neck: a zombie redneck key. That is the only way to keep things calm.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Taxicab Diary: First Entry
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