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…
Allen
When we first met, I thought that he was odd. Odd, but harmless. He and I were first-year master’s students in the English department; we were…
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,…
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…
