just listened to this song in a cab that, once I got inside, I realized was not actually a cab and looked like the inside of a cadillac with an older male driving; wearing one of those bowler hats. There was no identification bs inside that taxis usually have; there was no credit card receiver. It was just like the inside of a car. At first I was worried, but then we talked and he was real chill. Smoked a cig, listened to common, talked about blunts and how my block used to be when he lived there in the 80s
then, we got to my place. tab was $7.20. But he only took cash and I only had 6$. He said “no problem; god bless” and, I mean it, I could feel the sincerity in his words and his voice. he took my money, flashed me a genuine smile, and then he just went on his way.
life is weird like that sometimes. just when you’re thinking about how selfish and mean people really can be, you meet someone who reminds you that good people are there; they’re just hiding in the shadows or in taxis that aren’t actually taxis…just trying to make a dollar, just trying to produce his life
keep on keepin on, man
great night:)
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