6 to 6: The Standard

It was mid-day and hot as usual in Tucson, the sun hanging there like an angry fundamentalist. Five sorority girls left their dorm building and…


6 to 6: The Road to the Casino Del Sol

Four Buddhists, dressed in orange robes, fold themselves into my cab outside the colossal brass doors of La Paloma, a lavish resort on the north side…


6 to 6: The Double

132 West Jacinto, Apartment 6 I pull my cab up to 132 West Jacinto and park. Rosalita Morales is 23 years old. She has big, lumpy formations on her…


6 to 6: November in July

It was 11am on July 3rd., the middle of the monsoon season. I was sweating in my taxi when I was dispatched to a nightclub named November. A poor…


6 to 6: The Jumping-Off Place

James was short and skinny, with a peninsula of purple eczema running along his right forearm. He had gray stubble on his chin and eyes which crossed…


6 to 6: Plasma

A pigeon pecked at his left ear and woke him up. He was lying in the city park where he’d slept all night. He shooed the pigeon away. “Little…


6 to 6: Batman

The new cab driver arrives in the morning wearing all black clothing and a utility belt with a bunch of gadgets hanging off it, the most conspicuous…


6 to 6: El Pendejo

I had an American guy in my cab the other day. He was pushing 60 and had a face like an alcoholic attorney. As I was transporting him, my wife, who…


6 to 6: No Way

Costco fares are the pits. Negotiating my cab into the Costco parking lot on Saturday afternoon is like trying to fit a camel into a preacher’s…


6 to 6: 112 Degrees

I was driving my cab through the parking lot of a monstrous apartment complex yesterday trying to scan the apartment numbers. Where the hell was…