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back to the future

Gregory, the Diamond Uber driver, arrives early in a beat-up Prius. Impossibly tall. The whisper of a white beard. Impossibly polite, as he escorts me into the back: “Evenin’, little lady.” The Prius smells faintly of sweat and Marlboros.

Twenty minutes later, we’re cruising past high-rises and office buildings, glittering stars in the city cosmos. Gregory: a stellar navigator, trying to achieve a platinum rating. I slip a $10 bill on the center console, leave him to his Gospel radio (“Lord, Lift Me Up!”), enter the moonlit emptiness of Sky Harbor at midnight. Join the other vampires tiptoeing into tomorrow.