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,…
Sturm und Drang Period
My first sole little letter calling all, ringing so beauteously-muse-like and winged, like the eternally gentle pinion of a melancholic harp. Dear…
McDonald’s Sprite
Nothing brings out weakness like drugs. Apply a liberal amount of alcohol, marijuana, or whatever other intoxicating substance to a human being and…
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…
6 to 6: John’s Dream
John leans to one side when he walks, always ready to fall, and he has a hard time keeping his eyes open. For years, he was homeless, sleeping in the…
6 to 6: Nothing But a Human Being
It was 5 a.m., dark, and there was a steak knife in the road. I drove right over it in my cab, heard a clink and zing fade into the darkness. Amy…
A Single Red Buick
I don't know if it's possible to be homesick while still living at home and in your hometown, but it happened to me twice. Both instances involved…
