The truth and description: On first sight he looked scruffy and unkept. Not in that full hobo way, but close....definitly close.As he walked by I could tell that he had recently stopped smoking. The smell was there but it was faint compared to people who smoke everyday. He wore a baseball cap with a faded flannel shirt and old tennis shoes poking out under beaten up jeans.
He told me that he use to handle the books for a rich guy. He seemed kinda proud of it. Then a buddy talked him into coming to Alaska and driving the taxi for good money. He said that it wasnt his dream job but it was a good job. He told me all the good things about it but seemed to try to convince himself while explaining the perks. He dreams of doing this in the summer but maybe trying to do it somewhere else during the winter.
The fiction ideas:
1. He was let go from his last job because his boss was sent to prison and now he feels that he is slumming it.
2. He was a riches to rags story.
3. Hes a spy waiting to pick up his target.
4. Hes a writer, driving a taxi so he can write about his passengers.
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