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\chapauth{Safe Driver}
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\chapter{Hell Cab}
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``Wake up, Bavarius! Wake up! Wake up!'' The
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dispatcher's voice screeched through the radio.
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Luke Bavarius was asleep behind the wheel again.
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``Wasn't sleeping, just resting my eyes.''
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The radio buzzed back ``{\ldots}1977 Ruminate Way, pick
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up.''
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At night the fares usually tip well. Mostly it's vomiting
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drunks with wallets that are just as loose as their mouths.
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Luke's been pulling a lot of late shifts driving his taxi.
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They help keep his mind occupied from the hand life dealt him. His
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wife is gone now; it's just Luke. The cancer came out of
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nowhere. It cashed in his wife's last chips. It ate her up
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from the inside, destroying their lives. All Luke could do was pray
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and make empty promises as the doctors ran their constant tests and
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hooked up more tubes everyday. It never went back to being right,
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she never got better.
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With all of his time being devoted to his dying wife, Luke
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ostracized everyone else around him. Even their only child, Bryson
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Bavarius was ostracized {\ldots} ostracized with extreme prejudice
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that it would make you vomit. Luke's neglecting of the rest
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of his family lead to more trouble for them. Bryson Bavarius needed
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daily injections to keep his type X diabetes under control. The
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injections never came. Bryson accidentally ate an entire bowl of
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sugar. The moment the sugar touched his lips, Bryson's face
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exploded like a pus filled vomit balloon. He died. When Luke found
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his body weeks later, the room reeked of rotting vomit and glucose.
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Luke told his wife that the boy could not make it to the hospital,
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he was just too sad. His wife got worse with each passing
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day.
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Luke would never forget his wife's final words; it has
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haunted him since that day. ``You lied.'' In her final
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twitches a pressurized pocket of vomit burst from her mouth. Then
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it was over and it was just Luke and his night shift.
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The address dispatch sent Luke to was an empty lot; nothing there
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but silence. Luke began circling around the lot. It was probably a
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crank call. Out of nowhere the read door is yanked open and a
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passenger jumps in.
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``Christ, I didn't even see you! Gave me a scare there,
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well where to?''
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Luke looked into the rear view mirror. The passenger's
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familiar eyes were empty and cold. The passenger smiled and
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Luke's heart skipped a beat. The smile turned into a
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grimace.
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``Drive Luke, you're just going to drive.'' The
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voice was hollow.
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Luke's taxi pulled into gear. None of the streets were
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familiar anymore. They turned into endless circles of blurred
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buildings and drab scenery. Luke had never been so scared in his
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entire life, and he did not know why. He vomited on his lap. The
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taste was like the final taste he had of his dying wife.
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Bile.
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The same horrible voice broke Luke's confusion,
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``Keep on driving Luke, we're almost there.''
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They made it. Luke Bavarius didn't wake up.
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