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Waiting for the taxi to take me to work. I have a deal with the drivers, making it slightly cost effective. The buses don't start until 8am and in the mornings 8am is when I need to be there.  I know so many stories about the taxi business in this town. I met the dude who took a felon to a "titty bar" while the police radio was describing his passenger in the backseat to a T. I met a driver who was twenty years sober and happy. He taught me which roads were the cheapest to work. And then there was this woman, broke down the fee and what not to pay in tips. Usually they act as if we never met, but we pick up on the stories wherever they may be. I can tell the dispatch folks who remember me and sometimes I get "Off to work again". Eh, I feel lucky.

I got up early this morning so I could push time. Get quiet, get coffee, read a little newspaper and listen to music. Now time is almost up to change my form into worker and I'm pushing the envelope a little longer. 5 minutes. The taxi should be here.

Guess I'll stop for now.

It is time

To get the funk out.
To let the words flow.
To show you the world from my senses. I ate banana chips yesterday. Let my tongue investigate the sweet precipice, tip to roof, before sliding it between the teeth, crunching the smell of banana, filling the back of the throat and then swallow. Simple. No revelations. No ecstatic brilliance slipping into the brain. Just me and this banana chip, and I was happy.
To come out of the shell.
To stay in the shell.
To bring me here.
To do what I have always done...
To live my life.