At past 2 in the morning, a white cab speeds along the lonely stretch of MacArthur Hi-way. Its destination brings its passenger too far away from home and much closer to the unknown. It was a last minute decision; a call he has made in order to calm his heart and hold his soul in place. A few hours earlier, the passenger's lover called. He asked for support - to buy medicines for his psycho-induced ailment. Fearing the worse, the person who answered the phone agrees to his request. His dedication unquestionable, he even made an hour-long post-midnight trip to fulfill his promise a night earlier than the lover had expected.
Inside the cab, the passenger exhorts muted prayers while his fingers run across every bead of his candy-blue plastic rosary. Huge trucks run past his vehicle; a motorcycle swerves in front of the cab; the driver droops close to slumber while trying to keep his taxi on the right lane of the road.
Between love and fear; in his bitterness and cynicism, all the boy could ever mutter...
Every act of sacrifice has its corresponding reward.
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Act I: The Book of Shadows
Inside the cab, the passenger exhorts muted prayers while his fingers run across every bead of his candy-blue plastic rosary. Huge trucks run past his vehicle; a motorcycle swerves in front of the cab; the driver droops close to slumber while trying to keep his taxi on the right lane of the road.
Between love and fear; in his bitterness and cynicism, all the boy could ever mutter...
Every act of sacrifice has its corresponding reward.
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Act I: The Book of Shadows
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