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…


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.…