The Cabbie's Universe
I. The meter was broken on my cab, always had been, since the time before the recession when I used to care about things like meters and regulations and whether or not a guy named O'Malley from the Taxi Commission was going to show up and tell me I was operating illegally. Now I didn't care. I just drove. Manhattan from dawn to dusk, picking up people who wanted to go places I didn't want to...
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