Confessions of a Taxi Driver!

By Unkown. It’s a Wednesday, not a very busy night, generally. It’s raining. On rare occasions, it rains in this desert town, the blacktop on the streets turns slick and shiny, and the streetlights take on an aura of sparkling fire as they reflect on the wet pavement surface. From the driver’s seat of my cab, I could take in the breathtaking scenery. I’m parked outside the train station, enjoying a quick smoke between charges, slowly savoring the nicotine rush,

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