What he wanted, what he needed, was to push it beyond. Outside a crazy man was insanely yelling for a taxi, knowing it wouldn’t stop. The man was right, the fact that the cabs never stopped was wrong, but it needed to go past that in his head cause that kind of drama had been played out a million times over, and the man was really just yelling at himself. To him, all the business of daily life was caught in a sick rut. How many times have we all asked what’s right and wrong, moral and amoral, decent and crude? It seems like the more we ask it, the less we do anything about it. It's a self-fulfilling lifestyle we act out by choice. Well not our man, not him, not anymore.
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