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Driving into the apocalypse

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People wear masks while walking along Market Street as smoke from the Camp fire drifted into the Bay Area creating poor air quality. (Kevin N. Hume/S.F. Examiner)

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My day begins under an apocalyptic sky. Due to the deadly Camp fire up north, the atmosphere in Oakland is polluted with tragedy and a thick haze of smoke.

It’s been 10 days since we’ve had a breath of fresh air. The lack of oxygen is really bothering me. As much as I’d like to just stay home, my taxi is parked outside. So I say goodbye to the wife and kid, jumpstart Veterans 233 and begin the long slog across the Bay into a blood red sunset.

On the bridge, visibility is poor. Yerba Buena Island is just a blur and the skyline is blotted out by smog.

I take the Fifth Street exit. At the light, one of the panhandlers has a sign that reads, “Need $ for an N-95.”

Downtown, the streets are practically deserted. Although most people seem to have heeded the authority’s advice to stay indoors, the majority of folks who decided to brave the elements are wearing respirators or surgical masks.

After driving down Market, I turn onto New Montgomery and cruise past The Palace, where Local 2 has been on strike for over a month. Some picketers attempt to make a commotion, clanging on buckets and other percussive instruments, while trying to stay warm as the evening temperature drops rapidly.

Even before the fire, there was a heavy dystopian vibe in San Francisco, as if we’re living a sci-fi novel set in a universe divided by massive income disparity, where crime and violence run rampant and evil corporations develop tools that allow a totalitarian regime to assume control of the government.

While those who’ve read the “Big Three,” along with Philip K. Dick, Kurt Vonnegut and Anthony Burgess, might have an idea how this story will end, it seems as though the people developing technology these days are too blinded by hubris and greed to realize they’re bringing us closer to the end of times.

Now that we have the worst air quality in the world, it feels even more like the future is here. And it’s just as terrifying as Orwell and Huxley predicted. But as long as we have enough gadgets to desensitize us to the consequences, there’s no reason to freak out …

While waiting for the light at Mission, my Flywheel app starts chirping. I accept the ride and circle the block to Second and Stevenson.

Outside Louie’s, I pick up a young couple wearing surgical masks. They’re going to Francisco and Mason.

“It’s hard to talk with this on,” the guy says to his companion and takes off his mask.

“I know.” The girl laughs and removes her mask as well.

“We’re probably fine in the car,” he points out.

“Don’t worry, the recirculate is on,” I tell them.

“Uh, thanks.”

“Where did you get your mask?” she asks. “The Walgreen’s by my apartment was all sold out. I had to get same day delivery through Amazon.”

“I already had mine. From last year.”

“These fires are really awful,” she says. Then, after a pause, adds, “Just part of living in California, I guess.”

“Yeah. You take the good with the bad.”

“It would be nice if these masks came is multiples colors though.”

For the rest of the ride they talk about watching The Princess Bride together, which neither one have seen but have both heard is good, for an “old movie from the 80s.”

After dropping them off at Albona, I roll down Columbus through North Beach. At Clay, I take a right and head towards the Hyatt Regency, but the doorman at Le Méridien flags me. I pull into the driveway, where a man is waiting next to a suitcase.

“Westin, airport,” the doorman shouts through the backdoor before stowing the luggage in my trunk.

As we head south on 101, the man tells me his flight to Pittsburgh was canceled because of the smoke.

“I’ve been doing business in San Francisco for over two decades,” he says. “And the fires just keep getting worse each year.”

“This is the worst one yet.”

“Well, that’s the price you pay for living in paradise.”

I glance in the rearview and mumble, “So it would seem…”

Kelly Dessaint is a San Francisco taxi driver. His zine “Behind the Wheel” is available at bookstores throughout The City. Write to Kelly at piltdownlad@gmail.com or visit www.idrivesf.com

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