there's one...

somewhere, a door opens. a faceless shadow steps out into the night. hails a cab and avoids the pouring rain.
one last ride before the end. red. yellow. green. sharp corners, left and right. right there, next to the gas station.
gotta keep awake. this stupid uniform makes me feel like a glorified mechanic. that'll be 15, please. drive safely. you know, the rain and all.
thanks. can't wait to get back home. graveyard shifts always depressed the shit out of me. if only i was in a more lively ward. not with the stiffs.
it's freezing. and my door has been forever closed. just get this thing out of my foot before i meet him.
i just started things off. don't blame all of it on me. i never knew what was going to come out of it...