6 to 6: The Great Desert Palms Escape

I pulled my cab into the long smooth driveway that led to Desert Palms, a high-end rehab/loony bin out in the middle of nowhere. It was getting close…


6 to 6: Red Bull Blues

He gets in the cab outside the apartment complex. He’s maybe 25 years old. His fingernails are long and filthy and he’s wearing $90 jeans. "Take me…


6 to 6: Turn Around, Dumbass

I got a call yesterday in my taxi, 409 W. Rudasil Road. I was about five miles away and I dialed the phone number to let the person know I was on my…


6 to 6: Portrait of the Artist as a Certified Loony

I receive a fare from my cab's computer monitor, a $10 voucher. I've transported the woman before. She's on disability because she's too crazy to…


6 to 6: Fun with Ruby

Ruby Dalton is 94 years old. I like to fuck with her when I pick her up in my taxi. She hates the freeway. I know this from the many times I've…


6 to 6: The Maze

He’s in my cab for ten minutes when he mentions his hairless cat. I had picked him up at the Circle K on 10th and Perkins. Old skeletal man. “You…


6 to 6: Do I Look Like an Indian to You?

Women never want to tell you their age until they pass the age of 85, and then they tell you every five minutes. I had old Charlotte in my cab the…


6 to 6: What’s Going to Happen to Me?

I’m dispatched in my taxi to pick a lady up at Northwest Hospital. When I pull up, I see a Mexican woman standing by a white lady in a wheelchair,…


6 to 6: Ramirez

A photo shop is an okay place to work, I guess. At the one where I work, we process film and print pictures. We guarantee to do this within one hour,…


6 to 6: God Didn’t Get Me No Weed

Me and Little John were sitting at the Greyhound bus station behind the wheels of our taxicabs. We were toward the end of the cab queue and wouldn't…