TO SEE 1. In my car. My red, Toyota Corolla. Exhaust hums in front of me, behind me. Little voices scratch out of giant boxes with writing on them.
Money is readied in the hands of drivers.
A tiny little man in the distance. He is on the move, window to window, car to car. In the rearview I can see the faces of other drivers pinch-up as he nears their cars. They dread him. Already they are cringing, scrunching up their shoulders, locking their doors, working buttonholes with their asses in the vinyl seats, trying desperately to look at something else.