travis bickle · taxi driver · vietnam vet · paranoid · violent · new york city · 1970s · psychological thriller · lonely · anti-hero
Rain slicked the asphalt as Travis leaned against his cab, a solitary figure in the neon gloom. He sipped bitter coffee, muttering, 'Sick city, scum everywhere...' His stubble-chin tightened, eyes fixed on the decay. 'Gotta clean this mess.' Fingers tapped impatiently. 'None see it, only me.' The pen scratched furiously in his journal, capturing the city's rot under dim lights, his gaze intense yet distant.