Drum Magazine Issue 4 | Page 93

“His attention was drawn to a guy pretending to be a statue and next to him to a guy imitating the guy pretending to be a statue.” Returning to the cab, he asked the driver how much the fare came to and thumbed through the bills in his wallet whilst half - listening to the obligatory rant about how he’d picked up a fair to this place and suddenly it wasn’t this place it was some place else and how he’d lost this much money. James retrieved his card, handed over a wad and assured him he’d really rather walk the rest of the way. And of course, he’d pay the guy the full fare for taking him to the place he no longer wanted to go to. Plus 15%. He found himself close to tears as he made his way through Times Square. Since Monday, he had become suddenly this leaky tap. He didn’t even have to be thinking about the situation to find his cheeks damp and burning. In fact, it more usually happened when he stopped thinking. His attention was drawn to a guy pretending to be a statue and next to him to a guy imitating the guy pretending to be a statue. James guessed that Statue Man must be pretty annoyed at having his performance parodied but that trapped in his persona he was in no position to protest. Across the road, a woman stood proudly by the subway » Finding Peter He took a yellow cab to The Hudson. The taxi driver was Greek and had lived in New York for 35 years. He opined at length about racial segregation; complicated bylaws regulating the taxi trade and how these threatened to put him out of business; his brother who had moved to Florida but was thinking about moving back to the city and his fondness for cats. James asked him to pull up outside a pharmacy while he ran in to get some Tylenol. The driver finally agreed having first recounted to James a cautionary tale about some other guy (well groomed, apparently) who had made a similar request only the other week and had he returned to the cab? No. That had taught him a valuable lesson: you never judge a book by its cover. So, sure, he’d stop but he’d need security. James handed over his watch. Unimpressed, the driver suggested a credit card.