28 August 2008
Inhaler flashed into view every so often.
I rode a cab last week. The windows were busted and it smelled like gasoline. Apparently, the driver just bought an LPG-run taxi, and the fumes were entering through the airconditioning vent.
Torn between wanting to be on time for a film and getting lightheaded, I opted to stick it out, breathe as little as possible, and ask a few questions:
Who did the conversion job? Some small talyer.
So how did he deal with it? By buying asthma medicine that he never needed in his whole life.
How long was he going to keep it the way it was? Until he could still afford to buy medicine.
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