I have been working on this for months, years even, perhaps a lifetime and now I am finally going to take it outside. There I will see if it runs away, is beaten up, crawls home with its tail between its legs or turns up dead on the bank of a river.
Or just disappears forever.
Could do.
And afterwards?
Cabbie.
Cabbie?
everyone talks to a cabby,
cause no one believes a cabby.
You'd get to know something.
Disbelief is more powerful than any cloth or oath.
Riding a cab around here is a religious experience.
Once philosophy is employed it is no longer philosophy. I like to think the same about religion.
Well if the cabbies are to be believed then I'd say you are onto something.
You just said they are not believed!
Because they tell more than the history books.
If anything is worth hearing it will be repeated.
But not believed and not learned. It would add too much to the school curriculum.
That rubbish is just a handful of quotes used to build a sense of camaraderie.
Thankfully school's out.
What else is there to do?
Well right now I am going to the museum and out of this miserable weather to be paid to talk to a Tootsie and look at a bit of modern art.
You would have to pay me a lot more to do that.
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