in the first fifteen minutes of the business limo ride from the airport, my dad learned everything about the 6’1” 325lb limo driver that used to live in yonkers, who has a street named after his father who was deceased when he was very young. He told my dad how he used to go gambling, go out with the girls every night, go to massive parties and have drinks with high level officials, and then in 2011 it all suddenly stopped. My dad didn’t ask why. The guy also mentioned that he has a female pit bull that lives with him because his wife took his house and his male english mastiff in the divorce. the girl pit bull has a white coat with a few brown spots, and she likes to sleep by snuggling herself beneath his covers and burrowing her face deep into his crotch. this was his first limo pick up.
as he reached route 9, he shouted to my dad, “So you popped my cherry.” the guy was 35.
“So we flew on. I had no idea how fast we went. There was no sensation of speed and for all I know, it was a million miles an hour. Now I come to think of it, I never once during that time felt either hot or cold or hungry or thirsty; I felt none of those things. I felt no fear, because I knew nothing of which to be afraid. I felt no worry, because I could remember nothing or think of nothing about which to be worried. I felt no desire to do anything that I was not doing or to have anything that I did not have, because there was nothing that I wished to do and there was nothing that I wished to have. I felt only pleasure at being where I was, at seeing the wonderful light and the beautiful colour around me. Once I caught sight of my face in the cockpit minor and I saw that I was smiling, smiling with my eyes and with my mouth, and when I looked away I knew that I was still smiling, simply because that was the way I felt.”—Roald Dahl, They Shall Not Grow Old (via ophelia-swims)