journeys through america
(with a little bit extra)

Driven Down


I am driven to the airport by the angriest cab driver in town. There’s a dent in the wheel where he punches the horn, and he punches the horn whenever another driver offends him, which is apparently all the time. When we pull level with another cab, he denounces them through the window, in at least three language, one of which I don’t recognise. At the airport, we pause on the shoulder to let…

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