The taxi driver I had this morning, in his own words

• He thinks corruption is a major problem in the local taxi industry.
• He works 7 days a week, sometimes double shifts, and can't pay his bills -- but if he could pay his bills, he would
  • work no harder beyond that point,
  • relax, and
  • have exactly three girlfriends.
• He's had bad energy on him and all his things for two years now, and he knows who put it on him too.
• When driving, he tries to think of nothing at all.
• He won't eat food he doesn't cook himself.
• He'll help lift an office chair out of his trunk, after receiving a tip, and nicely warn one not to slip on the ice.

He cut a rather tragic figure, and reminded me of one of my favorite surreal anti-heroes, the Man-Moth, from the poem of that name.

Each night he must be carried through artificial tunnels and dream recurrent dreams. He cannot tell the rate at which he travels backwards. If you catch him, hold up a flashlight to his eye.