Night after night people would enter my car in droves, enslaved to the same lusts of money, sex, and power. They were looking for freedom, but it couldn’t be found. They were putting up fronts, but you could feel the pain and trauma wincing under their celebrations and smiles. Rich and poor were chasing the same dreams, doing the same dirt, having the same desires, but suffering vastly different consequences. I saw so much injustice. I felt too much pain. I heard too many cries for relief.
This was my life as a lonely taxi driver in New Zealand, driving the ever exciting graveyard shift, picking up anyone and everyone.Continue reading “From New Zealand to Chicago”