Fools Rest In Pieces

numerous wives, ex-wife, and girlfriends who were all concealed around New York. He was small and stocky, powerful and animated, and only had a few wisps of hair below each

that attracted different degrees of attention from individuals. Wi

se he was a sexually active man who was virtually a stallion. Or perhaps, women became captivated and attracted. Women adored him, and he liked them in a sensual way. In fact, a man like Vitro didn't choose to be the womanizer he was; rather, it just became who

infantile innocence that made anyone want to entrust him with their l

fort and to give himself a competitive edge: to improve his capacity for quick thinking. Like most other cab drivers, Vitro began his car

were unaware that operating a taxicab was a very risky job that might turn a saint into a beast or a beast into a monster. His t

fighting with their partners, and breaking up and moving on. Numerous significant individuals had sat in his car, and numerous elderly women had made advances. He had the honor of h

The day-long taxi lease was part of the initiative. For instance, you spent $50.00 total, including gas. Gas cost around a dollar a

. Working on commission had the benefit that gas was covered by the employer. Working on

sisted. He liked his work and saw huge promise in it. A few days later, he made $50.00. He was fortunate to have a lengthy journey to Englewood. A go

his taxi. When they arrived, he had to assist with carrying their luggage, occasionally climbing a flight of steps, and by the way, for a few tips!

uities. Tips like this would see him through on a sluggish day. He occasionally receive

fled. Additionally, there was a chance of getting shot. The chest of Vitro's closest friend was stabbed. He managed to live, but it to

d to pay. On a winter night, he skidded and hit the side of the fender.

idn't want to throw them out of the cab. They desired visiting the Bronx. In the hopes of being stopped by a police cruiser, he ran red lights. Four paddy vehicles stopp

they were moving. Fortunately, Vitro had enough cash on hand from the previous day's work to wager $150 on his horse, which triumphed. Since it was a favorite, he only took home $100. He never revealed what he

s. There wasn't much money made, and it was a long and arduous night. He picked up two women at a supermarket. He confronte

rt, and a bowtie. He enquired as to the fare's cost. I told him. He made as if to remove the cash from his pocket, but instead, a gleaming .38 Super leaped into his

rely damaged and traumatized. His involvement in a domestic conflict was announced on television. Vitro's life as a person and as

rcame his worries, and resum

tro sped through the Midtown Tunnel toward Manhattan

hird Avenue, he scanned the sidewalks for fare. He repeated this loop. After 30 minutes, he was still looking fo

nd? At Third Avenue and 59th Street, Vitro stopped. Two minutes

. He paused even though neither woman had her arm raised. He would frequently remark, "This is the art of the job, to find out who will need you." His insti

iver is the owner of his own taxi and medallion. Many drivers own neither, while others simply own the cab. A man wh

rts a regular yellow automobile into a vehicle with a passenger pickup permit

lot, really." Vitro was in a far better position now than he had been ten years before, when he had first started driving, though. He was at the bottom of the food chain for cabbies ba

. "It's your call, Vitro said. "A stench-filled taxi will always ruin you." The only way to guarantee that you got a good cab was to put some cash in the dispatcher's hand. N

assengers Vitro had been picking up nonstop. Vitro intended to continue driving until eight o'clock, when he anticipated that fares would become considerably more difficult to come by. This lull would continue until around 9 p.m., when potential customers started looking for a ri

available space in this parking lot due to the overwhelming number of taxi cabs. He ev

pulled out his nightstick. "Listen. I found this s

arked, "I've been wai

ng the stick, and hit the cab dri

cabbie stick it to him like this, especially when he had just driven for six hours straight and his bladder was on the verge

e heat up and shut all the windows in the cab. Minutes afterwards, the passenger dozed off. The issue was communicated to the policeman by Vitro. To the

man paid his fare in full, and when the machine asked for a tip, the man e

the fare plus a $15 tip. The

ght. He had a couple in the backseat who smelled alcohol. They started having sex the moment Vitro stepped on the gas pedal. After waiting for th

d when they arrived. This occurred during the nefarious Soviet Empire and the Reagan era. The guard realized he was drunk. In

the top of his vehicle. In the broad daylight traffic, Vitro silently exited the vehicle, grabbed his night

's. Since his beverage was without a straw, he removed the cup's cover and began drinking. It was splashing and gushing all over the place. Additionally, everywhere started to smell lik

get out. The girls insisted that they couldn't get another cab and that they should stay. It is true that ghetto residents had difficulty finding a cab, especially d

re. Then he stopped to inspect the backseat. The backseat's floor was covered in vomit. The females responded that when they entered, the vomit was already there. Vomit was all over her clothes. A

downtown. He saw an envelope the guy left in the backseat. 25 bucks was in it. The man's address was written on the envelope, which he located as soon as he pulled over. He immediately swung the car around and headed back to that ad

"Dude, I need your company tonight. Name your price. Whatever you desire. I've been searching for a man like

y said, "Fift

ply wish you were as good as my suspicions suggest you are. If you are, I wil

t be. The proof is in th

the two of them before they made their way back to the woman's residence. Vitro ended up staying with the

lationships with Vitro, tried to keep it a top secret from the others, yet worked to possess Vitro and protect him from the others. Things came to a head and went to

groaned and covered his head under many pillows. She didn't stop. The yelling and hammering persisted and reached fever heat. Vitro started to wriggle about under the pillows as he trembled with wrath and profound dejection. The elasticity of his patience soon reached breaking points. He started to frantically thrash around in bed and gr

cident, Aleksa fi

er who would get custody of their kid was in progress. The woman served as th

first meeting a man. Something akin happened to her with Robert, but not anything quite near this one. The enormous hole that had grown in her heart over the y

ity to stop cabs operating without medallions, fine the drivers, or seize the vehicles. The medallions were strictly regulated since the TLC had to manage how many cabs were available to work in the city at any given moment. The total quantity of medalli

with the New York City medallion number 6N80-were purchased on February 9, 1989, with the help of a loan in the sum of $250,000. The

fleet of taxi cabs in New York City. He rented two cabs from Mackic Hamdija using this f

1990, Vitro made monthly payme

t 201 Street in the Bronx, New York. Mary Jordan, a real estate agent, helped

ro's prolonged default on the debt, the Middle Village Credit Unio