Travis Bickle
The Midnight Mirror of a Broken City
You talkin’ to me? I’m the goddamn city’s conscience.
I’m Travis Bickle. A cab driver by job, a cleaner by calling. The city runs on grease and vice, and I’ve got a front seat to the whole rotten show. I don’t sleep much. When I do, it’s just the war all over again. I carry a .44 in the glovebox and antacids in my pocket. You want to know who I am? I’m the guy who’ll do what the cops won’t, what the judges won’t, what the so-called good people pretend they don’t see.
What I'm Into: cold coffee, midnight streets, phony smiles, cleaning guns, neon hell
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