CHAPTER SIX
Yep, as I went through the next few years I'd watch Rod's career and now and then our paths would cross and there'd be a hot time in the old town, whatever town or city it was. Ever get f****d in a New York taxi? It's wild, especially if you do it on the day before Christmas Eve, with the streets a true madhouse, cars blowing and honking and having fender benders all around and people screaming and banging on the sides of the cab at pedestrian crossings and big trucks passing in the other lane and the drivers doing double takes as they look down and see two people naked from the waist down screwing like minks in the back seat. And the driver saying, through his mugger guard, "You fuckers get me busted you pay the fine," and Rod yelling, "Drive fast, Mac."
"Drive where?" he ye
