Hack
by Alan C. Baird (turn up your speakers!)

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The dispatcher in Hell's Kitchen
assigns you a scummy taxicab
at 4pm sharp, and you flash
crosstown to catch the Mad Ave
commuters. One fare wants 84th
and Third, then it's down to the
Bowery with an adventurous
socialite. Up to Columbus Circle
with a Met baritone. Across the
park with a perfumed matron
in the front seat who's so horny
she tries to jump YOU.
After a few theater runs, you
flip the Off Duty sign for lunch and
remember how broke you were
on that first day, six months ago.
In fact, you had to sell a pint of
blood, just to buy a map.
The rest of the night is
hair-raising, as usual.
You drop off the cab at 4am
to grab some breakfast.
You swear you'll write about
all this shit.
Someday.

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