Taxi

Azriel’s passenger is a young girl in all-black clothes, with piercings and chains around her neck. The cab driver snorts disapprovingly and, hearing the address (a club), drives off. - Are you going to the disco? The girl raised a clouded gaze. Azriel realized that she was high. - Huh? What? - Going to the disco? - Uh-huh. It’s gonna be a great party. - For how long? - I’ll go home in the morning. - Do you like that? - Sure! Drinking, dancing, guys. - Don’t your parents forbid it? - They don’t care. I drove them crazy, so now I do what I want. - You can’t do that! - I can do it! - Aren’t you ashamed? - Why should I be? I don’t like school, I don’t want to go to college, I don’t want to work. I’m just going to get money from my parents. - And when they die? - I don’t care what happens then. I’m living in the present! - You should think about the future. - What about you? You’re a cab driver! You don’t have a college degree, you must have studied badly, and you’re teaching me! - It’s a part-time job. I want to provide for my parents. I want them to have a happy old age, the best years of their lives. - Ha, why think about your parents? They’ll die and die! What’s the big deal? - Don’t you care about them?! - They don’t deserve love. They’re nothing to me. - That’s no way to live. - No way! - We’re here. Goodbye. But here’s my advice to you: reconsider your views. - Goodbye.