the day after

It feels surprisingly calm here today, but THIS ARTICLE contains some even more grisly details about last night.

Otherwise, I was nearly killed this morning by the Devil taxi driver who took me to work. This guy will not survive more than another 2 or 3 years at most, and I’m quite serious about that; I was just hoping I wouldn’t end up as his companion in the journey to the afterworld. We barely missed being part of a terrible car-truck collision that left the truck upside-down on the Ring Road, and there were two other occasions when I thought my number was up due to his shocking decisions.

The campus is distant and taking the taxi to work every day would be unaffordable. But it’s just affordable enough to be feasible if you’re running a bit late and don’t feel like sprinting to the bus.