Joyride- 2nd Installment

As the taxi careened through underpass and mountain tunnels, Narcisa’s conversation was getting more and more heated. Though they were speaking Portuguese and I couldn’t understand every word they were saying, her arms were moving fast, they were talking fast, the cab was driving fast and there were words like “CRACK” and “ASHTAR COMMAND” and “UFO” being thrown around. Fast. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Narcisa!” I barked suddenly, surprising even myself. “WHERE are we going?”
She looked around for a second, stunned by the interruption, slunk back into the seat and looked at me, confused. “I donno…”
Suddenly she was lucid. She lunged toward the cabbie…
“Hey motherfucker! Where you taking us?” She yelled. “You already pass it my casa five kilometros ago!”
My teeth were clenched. There was silence.
“I think I am lost then.” He said nervously. “It is only my second day driving.”
My teeth unclenched. I took a deep breath and thanked God.
“Ohhhhh. Huh. ” She said.  ”Well you gotta make a left over there.
E’stupid!” She turned to me. “See these focking e’stupid asshole smoke so much crack he forget how to drive. E’stupid crackhead sheet.”
I laughed. Again I had somehow escaped another round of the insane scenarios that played out in my mind. Gloria a Deus!
The cab pulled up in front of the building and Jonathan was waiting there on the bike.
“What took ya so long?” He yelled over to us.
“Eventos estranhos!” I yelled back at him as I threw the cabbie a ten spot.
Narcisa ran over to tell him of the crazy crackhead cabbie before whispering something in his ear.
Jonathan suddenly looked sick. He walked over to me.
“We’re going up to the boca for a minute.”
I looked at him sadly. “No…”
He just shrugged.  I looked at Narcisa, pleading, but in that instant she had made up her mind. She was gonna get high.
It had been a good day, and all good things have to end eventually.
And as I sadly turned my key in the door of the little apartment, the bike went whirring of into the night. I listened to the sound until it disappeared. Then I said a prayer for Narcisa and climbed into bed.

NOTIFICAÇÃO: Os eventos relatados neste site são contos de ficção registrados na Biblioteca Nacional com todos os direitos autorais revertidos ao autor Jonathan Shaw e Alessandra DeBenedetti. Os personagens mencionados são inteiramente fictícios. Certos eventos, personagens, lugares e relatos, foram baseados em fatos reais, porém qualquer semelhança a qualquer pessoa viva ou morta se trata de pura coincidência. As várias fotografias apresentadas se encontram com o rosto distorcido para preservar o anonimato das modelos que representam personagens fictícios.