Quick mate! Quick! He
wants me to get to a pub in the middle of town quick it seems. We arrive and
park up a little distance from the pub. He is nervous, excited. We wait. Ten minutes
go by. “What are we waiting for? I
whisper so the people in the pub 50yds away cannot hear me. “My children…” he
gagged back a cry. “ I’m losing my children.” He was talking to himself and was
getting more agitated as he stared at the pub door. Twenty minutes go by. A woman comes out and lights a cigarette, he
tenses, and she is clearly the person we have been waiting for. A couple of
minutes later a man joins her, cuddles then kisses her grabbing her arse as he
does. Tony is breathing heavy “My wife…” he is whispering to himself… My
children…I’m losing my children” he then explodes out of the cab and runs at
the kissing couple. Screaming. Pushing. A scene. I leave. I leave because weeks earlier this same woman
tore at my clothes demanding sex. I obliged. I didn’t ask if she was married, I
didn’t ask if she had children. I feel sick. I never gave a thought. I was single. I saw this man’s life fall
apart. I took part in his downfall and watched it finally fall apart. He was
whispering prophetically his own future moments earlier, the future where he
sees his children at the weekends, where he over compensates with them at every
opportunity, a future where his home is probably a dingy flat. He saw that
future sitting next to me in the cab. I stopped women calling upon me to
scratch their itches; I refused from then on to shape someone's sombre future. I
have seen Tony in the park with his lovely kids, he was laughing and happy, but
I knew at 5pm, he takes them back to the woman that has sex with complete strangers.
This was a blog about the lives that got in a taxi, The newspapers i wrote for, now it’s just a blog about life.
Monday, 15 July 2013
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