Chapter 4

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After that I hailed a taxi, after some minutes I was in one, and it was empty, so I had the three seats to myself.

Guys, I guess that's what you'll expect from New York City.

After all some people were desperate for cash then, because the government decided to give workers a summer break the following day, like students.

Apart from those who sell stuff, and some hospitals everyone else was expected to stay home for the summer break.

Guys don't get me wrong here, it wasn't because of a virus the government just decided to reward us with a break.

So guys everything was pretty much okay.

Aside from the over speeding, like when I was hailing a taxi and another guy was beside me, the taxi was almost full.

So guys there was only room for one person, so I didn't bother entering, I just told the guy sitting beside me to get in and I would hail another.

But guys I've never seen someone more desperate than this driver, this lowlife was like "just let him sit down on your lap so you two can both go to your destinations" he said with a desperate look on his face.

I didn't even agree to it before this freak was telling others to move.

"Hey I'm not getting in so don't waste your time" I said.

Well guys it wasn't my fault, I just didn't want to catch a disease of any kind.

Then he left with the guy I told to take the little space left.

Well back to after that and when I was already in a taxi, "hey drop me off at the supermarket", I said clutching the grocery bag I had on my left hand, and reading the novel on my right hand, with a title which read, "I Am The True Ramon Master".

After a few minutes of uneasiness as a result of the seats, guys the seat covers were thick.

They felt like those useless seat covers, it was soo hard like cement, I felt like a prisoner sitting on those defective seats, I wonder if prisoners were even more comfortable than me.

"How many many decades will it take your useless old cargo to get to the supermarket", I asked with a slight frown forming on my forehead, guys it had just been 3 minutes.

The guy just diverted his attention from the road and slowly turned towards me.

His pair of red eyes and dirty beards signified a poor filty man who the increase in electricity and gas prices had tortured.

"Hey kid, do you want to go to the grocery store with a grocery bag, or in a body bag".

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