Chapter Three:
Fergus Journal Entry - Monday, July 2
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I discovered a few more things today. Apparently Jay down in Dispatch still hates me. Don't know why, and he didn't seem in the mood to tell me. I just signed my papers and got out.
I also discovered that I can get around the Annex neighbourhood. I don't remember being there before, but when I turned off Spadina Road, I knew which streets were one way, and even the best place to let off my passenger. Well, I was impressed. Maybe my passenger would have been too if he'd looked up from his cell phone. His tip was less than impressive.
Honestly, I wouldn't have chosen this job if I'd known what it would be like. As I'm supposed to fill out this journal with messages for myself in the future, then hear this, future self: taxi-driving? Not the glamorous job you'd think it'd be. Pick something else, like barista in a coffee shop.
It's not all bad, though. It's neat to see the city at night. The buildings are like Christmas trees, and when traffic doesn't squeeze you to death, like it does during rush hour, you start to understand how this city flows. There's a pulse here; people going places. People walk, or they drive, but a part of their mind is already at their destination. You can see it in their faces, the places they are going. Hopeful. Sad. Stressed. Exuberant. In love.
Speaking of, I met this cute girl earlier today. She jumped into my cab. Literally.
She wasn't tall, but she wasn't short. She was thin, but not skinny. She had on a long black skirt and slender legs that made her look tall but, really, she was just right. She had brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, green eyes and a smile that you didn't want to get on the wrong side of. Her face was... mixed. Stressed, nervous, but... excited at the possibilities.
Definitely someone I want to remember.
She didn't have much money, so I gave her a discount, which might be why Jay was mad at me. She talked about coming to Toronto with not much, making a new life, so how could I not help her out?
I know what it's like, making a new life. And I didn't warn her off it, either.
We all have to start over sometimes.
And maybe it's wishful thinking, but I kind of hope that I get to see her again.
Anyway, not a bad day for my six-month anniversary of losing my memory.
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