While the tank is filled, I think that it would have been if I had this down in a remote area or in the middle of the tunnel Ville-Marie where I spent a few minutes earlier. I console myself with the idea. When the trigger releases, some under $ 66 and displayed on the pump. I still pours a little to reach $ 66.66 brighten my question postgoth committed. I pay in total indifference. It should also be a hangover.
After I washed my hands, I take the road with a full tank well. Quite the contrary in this city that never ceases to make me see all the colors. Fortunately.
I go around. Quartier Latin, Indian, boulevard Saint-Laurent, Catherine, Old, Griffintown, Saint-Henri, back to downtown, the Crescent, everywhere the same conclusion, Montreal is recovering from his debauch of the previous day. I do think like everyone else. Bring the taxi to the garage and go to bed. But the boss made me a flower, leaving me a taxi "single" before the big night and I do not want to go back on my word. Suddenly, I'm not sure to believe, an arm gets up before me. A man who walks a few blocks away. Not enough to afford a bottle. Prime
year has already gone. I'm back on a post. I put my impatience in the glove box and I am continuing my reading to think about something else. After an interminable wait, I find myself still waiting to an address that has just given me. Two drunken clients that I will table a five minute walk away. I do not do that anymore. Why bother?
Later, I go to NDG Plateau. A nice guy that will double my winnings for the evening. I think for a moment that it will resume, but no, it stagnates. I foolish and turning around in streets deserted me for not doing violence to come home to me wallow in my couch by sending me the last can of Guinness in the fridge in my fridge. It's been hours since I view it. But I'm holding. I will at least hit me closing the few bars still open tonight. I can maybe get something.
It is half past three ET still nothing. That's it, I got my dose. Tomorrow I will start earlier and at least try to enter my expenses. That's when I leave the downtown terminal gives me my last race. Richmond on the bottom of Our Lady, an old warehouse where there are often private parties.
When I turn the corner to get there, the place is empty. Only blacks and already some jostling in my direction. The name that appears on my device is Sara. That's what I try to explain to a large Yo seems to want me to skin. Luckily, Sara is not far. She hardly goes unnoticed in the small piece of cloth she wears. In all legs and mouth, she screams a "leave alone my cab muddafuck'n nigga '" making me his sole property.
She said it happens all at once. This is not counting on his friends who were involved in a dispute that seems to go wrong. Of course, other taxis are starting to show up and I have to pull over to let them pass. I am still waiting for a less explosive atmosphere. The street fills up, it s'invective, it screams, bottles burst here and there, suddenly impatient gas, I draw the attention of Sara who pulls the arms of his girlfriend who wants to wrest the hysterical head another girl who mocks his arms outstretched.
Finally, three girls boarded and I'm glad to get back into riding. I do not have time to return to Notre Dame that the three girls ordered me to return to Richmond. I know this is not a good idea, but hey, time is ticking and I really do not want to put me back to the three Furies.
I turn the corner. There are so many people that I can hardly move. A gangsta walk down swinging at me with a bottle stretched ready to be launched. Sitting next to me, Sara head out the window and settle him mouth what he does without asking his remains. I feel good with Sarah by my side nothing can happen. While my amazon ghettos continued to yell at anyone who will listen, his girlfriend behind in another speech: "Fuckin'wo! I'm gonna mess up your face! bitch! . You have to admit the atmosphere was festive at least early this year.
I come finally to cross the seas, but the calm is far too easy to come back into the taxi. I say aloud
- Revenge is a dish best served cold!
- What Did Ya Say! reply my bodyguard ready to tear my eyes.
- Uh ... Vengeance is a dish That you eat cold, That Means ...
- Yeah yeah chief Bring us home!
What I do with diligence in the shouts and threats of death which fortunately does not apply to me. Again I am not a fortune with this trip, but say it was unusual, especially when Sarah climbed out of the taxi on her ass. Vision fugitive, but the more remarkable. It was well worth the omission of the tip.
With this picture in mind, I turn around in order to return to Richmond when the terminal starts to ring.
expect a surprise ...
To be continued ...
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