Hailed on: Atlantic Avenue
Hails from: Panama
First thing is I’d quit this fucking job. I want to do the thing where I rig the car to keep driving after I jump out, Schwarzenegger-style. It can hit the dispatch. Then I’m going to empty out my bank accounts, go to a beach and spend the rest of my time drinking beer, eating cheeseburgers and getting laid. I’ll probably die before the Mayans kill me.
Hailed in: L.E.S.
Hails from: Greenpoint
I refuse to answer. The world is not coming to an end, though I fear for it if Romney wins. But if I knew I was going to die I guess I would go back home and be with my parents. I’m only here to make money and there’s no need for money if I’m dying. What’s the point of seeing the Pyramids now? I’ve lived a good life. Every girl I’ve ever loved, I’ve told her.
Hailed in: Midtown West
Hails from: Fresno
You know the funny thing about that whole Mayan prophecy? Even though no one takes it seriously, except for weirdos, everyone is sort of acting like the thing is going to happen. It’s like when that preacher guy was predicting the end of days. My mom called me, “Just wanted to say I love you in case something happens.” It’s like, Mom! But I guess it does make you think. And to answer your question, I’d call my mom more.
Hailed in: SoHo
Hails from: China
I wouldn’t want to do anything differently. I don’t want to focus on my death. If everyone else is running around waiting to die, I think it would be good for me to stay driving a cab, being normal. Maybe I’d eat out more, if restaurants still work. I’d definitely stop trying to quit smoking.