#ihateaxl

'TAXI !!'

I screamed louder than one should when they have a sore throat. The driver can't hear with his windows rolled up of course, but we still tend to scream our lungs out. 

He'll think to himself, 'What an idiot, he knows I can't hear him. Maybe, I should give him a ride.' 

Courteously he stops on the side and waits for me to get in.

I'm cold, I shiver. Wearing three layers of innings doesn't help. 

'You cold?', he asks. 

We're even on the stupidity part. 

He pops in a cd. I'm guessing, he took time out from his busy life & gathered up a few songs that make him feel good. The only problem is, he had a bad taste in music. 

'OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, I HATE THAT SONG!'  'Wha..?'

'That song, that stupid...meaningless song, I hate it..could you please turn it off?' 'You hate Guns N Roses?'

'Okay, firstly, it's 'Gun's AND Roses', secondly, Yes...now switch it off, make this ride worthwhile..'

'Why do you hate this song?! Are you crazy? Axl came out with really good song..' 'C'mon seriously? Axl? You want to really listen to a pothead, go listen to Kurt..'

He rolled his eyes. 'Oh right, sure, let's listen to the guy who had bowel problems..' I sat up straight, this was getting serious. 'Hey, Axl jumped out of a helicopter in one of his songs and landed on a dolphin....he needed some laxative..not Kurt..'

The song was still going on.

'I'm not turning the song off, but tell me something, haven't you found it a little weird how we follow these pothead icons & worship them forever?'

I took a minute. He was right in a way.

'You got a point there you know, but tell me this, which person right now, in their right mind, stands as a figure that you could look up to..?'

He drove silently for sometime.

Exactly, five coffee shops later he said, 'But you didn't answer my question, why do we look up to these guys who weren't in their senses at all, even their music, their lyrics don't make any sense..'

'I think it's an escape. And it's good. But to tell you the truth, if I saw a pothead right now, singing meaninglessly, I would judge him.'

'But here's the funny part- Kurt would still be alive had he not been what he was..it was all his fault..' 'And here's the catch- he wouldn't have been famous..'

I sat back & looked at my window. Few more minutes for my stop. I was going to meet an old friend, spend the evening & eventually have sex.

Then I would take a cab back home.  

Somewhere round the corner, I see a guy waving his hands frantically, screaming 'Taxi'.

The cab driver stops & lowers his window, 'You fine?'

He bend over a little, that's when I saw the drops of sweat on his face, his hair messed up, eyes wide awake. 

His hand dug deep in his pockets, gripping something solid, metallic, shivering as they do; made the outline of a gun.

I have seen that look before. 'Fuck, this guy is high..', I thought to myself. 

What's worse?