Enter one Tony "The Italian" cab driver. A former man of mirth, a former believer in myths. If he looks unhappy, there's a reason. He's a hit and run victim who's taxi is stalled on a pavement called yesterday. He gave up looking for the tag number to the vehicle called livelihood. Game over. Point, set match.
His reality is as real now as the puke he cleaned up this morning or the cab beater who took off running without pay like the many other hopes and dreams once associated with a thriving industry, now just cracks in the sand caused by a relentless Florida sun beating on you without mercy until all resolve is gone.
Tony feels what many of us do. Its almost like hope is gone.
How long can you keep chasing the $2.25 a mile dream of a better day. Will this economy ever get better? Will it be in time? In 15 days a new President takes office. He is inheriting a mess. Wish him well.
I hope he does not look like Tony after his first 100 days. If he does, it is game over.
His reality is as real now as the puke he cleaned up this morning or the cab beater who took off running without pay like the many other hopes and dreams once associated with a thriving industry, now just cracks in the sand caused by a relentless Florida sun beating on you without mercy until all resolve is gone.
Tony feels what many of us do. Its almost like hope is gone.
How long can you keep chasing the $2.25 a mile dream of a better day. Will this economy ever get better? Will it be in time? In 15 days a new President takes office. He is inheriting a mess. Wish him well.
I hope he does not look like Tony after his first 100 days. If he does, it is game over.
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