TRAVIS GETS A JOB
This all started happening to me sems to me musta been a long time ago, in the winter, my first in New York City, maybe two years ago. More. There was still a war.
It was cold and snowy. Filth everywhere. Just like now. I didn't have any love in my life. To speak of. No love at all, and nobody to care for. Just very little self-respect.
Worse than my Christmas year before with the dog. When Junior and I didn't have any place to stay.
I was standing in front of the Avon Cinema to see 'Angel Pussy' (for the fifth, or possibly sixth, time) when this person with big yellow cole slaws on his lips starts telling me things.
(TAXI DRIVER, p. 1)