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…


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,…