The cab I was in was thise dirty, smelly, vomity type cabs. I always get those vomity kind of cabs if I go anywhere at night. What made it even worse was it was quiet and lonesome out, even thuoght it was saturday night. I hardly saw anybody on the street apart from the occasional man and woman clutching each other around the waist, or a group of phoneys with their dates sqauwking at something that probably wasn't even that funny.
I started talking to the cab driver about if he knew where the ducks went in winter. His name was Horwitz. And he didn't know. All he could tell me was that he knew the fish didn't go anywhere. He was a very impatient guy. We stopped talking for awhile after he annoyed me with fish. I asked him if he would like to come for a drink with me, but he declined.
I waited around for ages, but finally I got a table, and all of a sudden this girl starts talking to me, Lillian Simmons her name was, she knew my brother. She told me all about her and asked if I was ok and how my brother was. Then she wanted to know if I'd go and sit with her, but I told her I had to leave. I had to anyways, I left.
People are always ruining things for you.
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