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…
6 to 6: Bob’s Big Day
It’s like two in the afternoon and the computer screen spits a fare at me from zone 577. 4500 North Oracle, the mall. I pull my cab up to the…
6 to 6: Don’t Die Before Your Mother
Outside the hotel, two little old ladies climbed into the back seat of my cab and felt the air conditioner. “2212 North Inn Road,” one of them said.…
Remembrances from France
I recently completed a two-week journey through France that included visits to Normandy, Burgundy, and Paris. The following are some observations and…
Memoirs of an Execution; or, the Night Napalm Death Chickened Out
He did it. He killed my fucking ear. Right there where I was hiding in the garage. The house belonged to the neighbor who was never home, the ghost…
The Dreadful Importance of Being Honest (with Ourselves)
Albert Einstein once joked, “A good scientist should be able to explain the law of physics to a waitress.” Einstein concurred, “If you can’t divulge…
