Why? Because I’m a giver. That’s all I do, day and night, is give. People come up to me in the street and ask, “Anthony, what are you doing?” And I say, “Giving.” I’m giving right now, in my mind. Some people are taking. A few are giving back, because I bought a small. You know how it goes.
By the way, in light of the subject of my previous post: most people read Taxi Driver as a film about a man seeking heroic purpose in life at a time when the “hero” was being written out of history as a macho relic. I see Travis as one seeking absolution, and that horrific shootout at the climax as his failed attempt at a baptism of blood.
Enjoy! (But beware, some icky language and Karo Syrup toward the end.)