The perils of a cabbie running a late night shift.
From the 13th floor at 3.30 a.m., I hear loud thuds, sure is strange for someone to be having a baseball game out on the streets on this cold night eh? My eyes search the street below, keen to be a 'spectator' of the 'game' unfolding.
Finally, my far from perfect 20/20 vision lands sight of the players at one of the bases.
A little too late, as they run for lives after hitting a home run.
The battered victim walks away shame faced, making a quick getaway from the maddening 'crowd'.
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I hope Mr Indian student who came to Australia searching for a better future after being lied to by unscrupulous migration agents is doing alright : /
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