Previously on The New Adventures of Austino Galaxia...Click Here...
And now...The Conclusion of "Austino Galaxia...Wayne??"
Mr. Galaxia. I need a decision.
'Let me tell you a story, Mr. Wayne. And I think it will help me on my decision.'
Proceed.
'I recently had a dream about my life down here in Miami. It was something out of a fantasy reel or something. Filled with parties and get-togethers from Coconut Grove to Kendall to Miami Lakes. Interacting with beautiful guys and girls who just wanted to have a good time. Going to the Triple A for Miami Heat playoff events, it was just a weekend to remember...'
Go on.
'In my dream there was this one girl, who I may believe was one of the most beautiful girls I've seen, reminded me of a 21st century version of Marilyn Monroe. But for some reason I didn't pull the trigger and ask her out or anything...Just let her be. It stuck with me some, wondering if I would have that chance again. I live by the Carpe Diem philosophy, but... So as the dream was continuing on, I felt like something was...missing. And then I woke up.'
What does this have to do with me?
'It has a lot to do with you Sir. Recently I've been reading this book by the Gold-Medal swimmer Michael Phelps called "No Limits". It's pretty good. He talks about how anything is possible, and how if u can dream about it, it can come true. I've looked up to you for a long time, Mr. Wayne. In some ways I think that you are the only one who can relate to who I've become as a person. Wanting to change the world, has a little mystery about him, engulfed with a social life that many people dream about but a limited amount can truly understand. In many ways, you've already taught me so much...with that I guess I...'
Enough.
'Enough?'
I need to talk. My time is valuable. (Cough, Cough) Listening to you talk, I can sense some out-of-the world confidence yet some trepidation about what the future holds. U need to pull out the star inside of you. I want you to be the second Bruce Wayne...Perhaps it's best that you become tha first Austino Galaxia. "Alfred!"
(A spiral book handed over)
Stay here, and read this. It will help. Alfred, time to go. It's been fun, I want you to remember something...
'Yes Sir.'
Sometimes you can choose your destiny...While other times destiny can choose you.
(Click! Door Closes)
'What is this? A Batman signal is on the front of it, he must be a fan as well. Well, let me open it up...It's our diary, on paper. Mr. Wayne printed out some of his favorite pieces evidently. Seems like yesterday, don't it. Alright, let me see, you got this one back in 2011 called, "Worthwhile Price of Fame", then there's a circle around that article on Jeremy Priven talking about how much time and rejection he had to put up with before he made it. I forgot about that one.
Wow...This is an interesting one here. A love letter to Cupid? I don't know if I want to continue flipping through this..It's just too much. Here's a story about this one girl ...and another one...and we even had Mr. Tony Montana himself make a guess appearance to share about his friends views on love.'
(Book slammed shut!)
'I gotta get out of this hotel. Where's the elevator? (Bing!) Sometimes I just want to...When will things like break? You feel like u've payed enough dues, u feel like ur the sexiest and the best, but still it's like...just so weird. (Bing!) I know that it's a step-by-step process, but sometimes it just seems like it really hasn't been worth it. The trials, the 'keep ur head up's', all the episodes with women and girls, like can anyone ever really understand. And on top of that, it's raining for like that 100th straight day here in Miami. "HEY TAXI!!" (Wee-ew-wee!) "HEY TAXI!!" Bro, I got only plastic on me, no cash, can you take me back over to South Beach? Bet.
Then this guy Bruce Wayne drags me all the way over here to tha Maridarin Oriental, takes me from hanging out with my boys, then offers me a job to become his successor at Wayne Enterprises, and then as I'm about to accept he throws tha book at me, literally, which is filled with nothing but old diary posts about crazy advice and heartbreak. Just a waste of tim...'
"Are you alright?"
'I'm fine my man. As Dennis Rodman would say, just 'Do Your Job", and take me to tha crib, alright. And don't take the long route through the Venetian Causeway alright.'
"No, it's just that I've seen a lot of...ah. Pee-ple. And you's a look like u're not ha-pee."
'Whatever man.'
"Can I tell you's a story."
'Why not bro. Stuck here on Biscayne Blvd. anyway, might as well.'
"Me, I'm from Spain. A small beach town to be exact. And one day I had a dream."
'Why doesn't that surprise me, its like everybody is having crazy dreams this week.' (Said mumbling...)
"Pardon?"
'Naw, it's just...whatever, (Wave of hand)... Continue on.'
"So this one afternoon, while I was a dosing off, I had a dream. It began with me as a man on the beach playing with small toy cars. Like what would you call those tiny cars here in America?"
'I don't know, like Micro Machines...or...Tonka... '
"Yes...Yes! Tonka Toys, but they were of taxi's. That's how it all began. I would be in tha sand racing through everything, the rocks, beach towels, alright. I never had so much joy before. But then, as the dream continued I stopped. And once I rolling the cars in the sand, I became sad. A very sad face...and.."
'Uh-huh...Dude. I told u not to take the long way, u could have got off on the 395 right there. Muther-Freakin'-A!'
"This trip...This one is on me. So I was sad, and crying, and then I started once again, and became happy. Then once I began, I found this man lying, but basically waiting in tha sand. He had a small tee shirt with a star on it, and he wasn't wearing any pants. I picked him up, dusted him off, and put him in my taxi. I felt like I was in the presence of a treasure lost. He was like my ultimate customer, nobody knew who he was, but I imagined that he the most famous person in the world.. He had a little dust on him, but after I could just see how he just needed a pick me up...
So I awake. From that dream. Then decided to close up my Galato shop in Mehtrohpolis, and come over to the United States to be a Taxi Driver."
'Hold on, homedude! U tell me u left the life of owning ur on cafe restaurant, in Meh-something...In gorgeous Spain, where the beaches are awesome, and the "beaches" are even more beautiful, to come over here to be a taxi driver? Get tha heck outta here dude, that's sand chips. As my homegirl says, "U gotta get ur feelings out" dude. For real.'
"I know...I know, it sounds ah, crazy. But I was on a mission to not only fulfill what brought me the most joy, but also I took it as a sign to find that one person who I could make a difference with. I wanted to bring my dream to real life....
....So I began in Los Angeles, since that is where all of the stars are at. No luck. I then moved across to New York City. Still, great stories, and passengers, but no luck in finding that one. And about 10 years ago, I came down here to Miami. The money was good, a lot of competition. Especially at Pollo Tropical, but that's another story. But I said that I wouldn't stop driving until I met that one who I felt I was lead to meet via that dream I had."
'Make a right here off of Alton Road. And take that down.'
"On today, I got some bad news, my wife Lowiz called and I have to return home. Does everybody where these black ah, reading glasses in Miami Beech? I got mine personally from Valentino but...Anyway, still I wonder if I would ever get a chance to relay tha message that I have for him."
'Make a left over here on 8th street. So, what would you tell him, if u ever got tha chance to meet him.'
"I would tell him three things...First...and I mean it when I say, 'FIRST!' (Finger pointed in air.)...Do not stop doing what you love. In my dream, once I stopped rolling the Taxi-cap...or cab. I became so sad. So I would tell him to not give up.
...Next I would tell him that just because you fall in the sand doesn't meant that you will stay there all your life. Sometimes in, ah, this life...you may get dusted, you may get knocked over, or somebody may just throw you away like you're a nothing or nobody, but if you are true to who you are, then you won't stay there. Somehow and someway, things will work themselves out. As my Grandmother would always utter, 'Destino Escolhe'. Which translate, 'Destiny Chooses'. Meaning you may have the goal that you work towards, but the route is sometimes not decided by you, but is like...ah, chosen for you."
'I guess that's tha phrase that pays on today. Make a left up here at the light at 8th Street.'
"Thirdly, I would tell him, that it's worth the price paid to make one person happy. In my dream, I saw the potential of this doll. And to me, he was like a sign...He was the most influential person in my life at tha time. And I will do anything for him. I saw the potential he had, even though when I met him he was buried in the sand. But that didn't stop me from realizing that he was the star that was represented on his little tee-shirt. One person can make all the difference.
...That's why I came over here, to find that one person who inspired me to make a move, and to tell him what I have told you. Even though I haven't met him, or probably won't...I know he's out there, and I believe that even though he's a little hidden in the sand now. We'll one day see, everybody will see who he really is. And he will give me the same feeling that I had some years ago, with that dream, and in tha sand, playing with that toy Taxi car."
'What's that?'
"The feeling of love and fun....Yep. Nothing more...Nothing less. I had just pure...Love and Fun."
'Alright. Right here. Thanks for the freebie and tha story....Ah...What's ur name?'
"Back home everybody calls me 'Clarky'. Hey, by the way, I love your shirt!"
'Thanx, bro.'
"It has star written all over it."
(Door shuts!....Screeeechhh!)
'Boy, that was a wild experience today meeting my guy Bruce Wayne, reading through old diary posts, and now this Spaniard talking about life stories and beach dreams. Crazy...
...He was probably the most unique taxi driver I've met. That 'Clarky' fellow. Not just because of his attitude, but just because of the taxi cab that he drove. When I first got in, I noticed he had a personalize Florida plate on his car, and I've never seen that before from a taxi driver. It simply said...
"Kent"....
Huh. Oh well, I felt like I have a lot to write about tonight. I can write about my once-in-a-lifetime meeting with Bruce Wayne. And then follow with my story about this guy...I should call it...
"Life Lessons with B Dub...And A Very Super Man."'
Kisses and hugs.
Austino Galaxia.
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