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Scottie
I’ve asked him his name on a number of occasions but have simply forgotten it… A wizened old fella, a fellow cab driver, the first one of many that I driven either to or from their own days, mostly nights of driving. I picked Scottie up early, the first fare one morning one of the very first days after I’d started in on this little adventure. It was the day I would catch my first fare all the way to Toronto. This is probably why I count Scottie as, not just another old coot of a driver, but someone I’ve had in my CAR on more than one occasion and who I treat as kind of special each time he gets in.
That first morning he showed and told me a few things about driving. It's important to mention, he told me these few things in his especially strong Scottish accent. Since, he's never showed me anything in a fashion that may suggest they’re things I really must be doing, just tips n' tricks he thinks I might find useful. He’s also shared a few of his own stories. You know, I’d believe it if I were told he’s been driving a taxi around the city of Kingston pretty much forever, of course this would put into suspicion the origin of… his strong Scottish accent.
Scottie lives in one of those three frightening apartments up in the heights, on Compton. The one’s I’ve been told are actually quite lovely, whose tenants are really quite friendly, quiet and quite nice to live with. He lives there alone with two, maybe three cats. He’s admitted that he is afraid that one day these cats might eat him. Apparently he often forgets to feed them. He told me this while showing me the scratches they'd given him the day before, he speculated that he was given these scratches to remind him,m they’re waiting. Scottie has reminded me of something I fear about doing all this driving… alone.
I no longer keep nor have any interest in cats, but keep pretty good time and have a fairly good handle on my readiness for action, my emotions and ability to stay awake long enough to participate with people, my pals in activities other than driving around in circles. I do worry that these early starts and the long hours may eventually exhaust me, withdraw me into my own little dinggie-dirty apartment. I’ve really no interest in one day waking up in the dark up on Compton.
So I eat as much and as well as I can. Mega dose myself with echinacea, drink as much coffee flavoured water as is possible and only smoke cigarette whenever I can. I’ll likely start swimming again and look forward to keeping an old promise I made to myself by joining the club and spending a whole summer racing and sailing every evening this coming season. Then again maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to end up like Scottie, after all he seems very happy. But as much as I do love this driving... I really don’t want to be eaten up by this or by cats.
That first morning he showed and told me a few things about driving. It's important to mention, he told me these few things in his especially strong Scottish accent. Since, he's never showed me anything in a fashion that may suggest they’re things I really must be doing, just tips n' tricks he thinks I might find useful. He’s also shared a few of his own stories. You know, I’d believe it if I were told he’s been driving a taxi around the city of Kingston pretty much forever, of course this would put into suspicion the origin of… his strong Scottish accent.
Scottie lives in one of those three frightening apartments up in the heights, on Compton. The one’s I’ve been told are actually quite lovely, whose tenants are really quite friendly, quiet and quite nice to live with. He lives there alone with two, maybe three cats. He’s admitted that he is afraid that one day these cats might eat him. Apparently he often forgets to feed them. He told me this while showing me the scratches they'd given him the day before, he speculated that he was given these scratches to remind him,m they’re waiting. Scottie has reminded me of something I fear about doing all this driving… alone.
I no longer keep nor have any interest in cats, but keep pretty good time and have a fairly good handle on my readiness for action, my emotions and ability to stay awake long enough to participate with people, my pals in activities other than driving around in circles. I do worry that these early starts and the long hours may eventually exhaust me, withdraw me into my own little dinggie-dirty apartment. I’ve really no interest in one day waking up in the dark up on Compton.
So I eat as much and as well as I can. Mega dose myself with echinacea, drink as much coffee flavoured water as is possible and only smoke cigarette whenever I can. I’ll likely start swimming again and look forward to keeping an old promise I made to myself by joining the club and spending a whole summer racing and sailing every evening this coming season. Then again maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to end up like Scottie, after all he seems very happy. But as much as I do love this driving... I really don’t want to be eaten up by this or by cats.