6 to 6: At Least it Isn’t Raining

Dispatchers and cab drivers are always at each others’ throats. The dispatchers think of themselves as “management,” even though the drivers make…


6 to 6: Bitcoin

New Year's Day 2016, 4:33 a.m. I picked up a guy in my cab, a young hipster dude. He said he'd been up all night building web sites. He's a web…


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,…