Train to feet to train. One minute on top and the next under the wheels. I’m just talking to myself, talking to myself. Gonna be late for the show. Finally there, grab a slice and hop in the cab.
I try not to rush him, but he takes his time starting the car.
“I’m always waiting for musicians to start, but this time I’m glad they’re always late.”
Laughs then- "I think God knows everything, it always works out.”
We have a discussion on God and life, his pregnant wife, plans. My friend the taxi driver, who I knew for about 3 minutes.
I arrive right in time for the show, the musicians start a little late.
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