The knuckles on his right hand were getting bony. The job would do that to you, age you faster. He never intended to be a taxi driver. He was trained to be a chef. But sometimes life throws things at you you can’t control. Complaining about it didn’t change anything. That’s what his father taught him
This potential client through. That he could control. Eight kids. Didn’t this guy know about protection? Destination. Ask the question. City? Hmm. That could be a $100 fare. Can’t pass that up. Alright. Pack in the clan. Get moving.
A snot covered hand taps the back of his head.
$100.