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…


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.…


6 to 6: Dodi’s Luck

Her face has more wrinkles than a crackhead’s last dollar bill, but her legs are slim and tight and she has alluring feet with painted toenails like…


6 to 6: The Cab Knows the Way

Whoever Nancy Gantry is, she lives in Bumfuck, Egypt. She’s scheduled for a 2:45 p.m. pickup. My teeth rattle as I progress down the washboard dirt…


6 to 6: Drano

It was not possible to pass a kidney stone the size of a golf ball. Cory wouldn’t be able to work until after the surgery, which was in a couple of…


6 to 6: The Hot Light

My ear sweats with the cell phone pressed against it. Riiinnnnnggggg. Riiinnnnnggggg. Riiinnnnnggggg. Riiinnnnnggggg. Riiinnnnnggggg. Riiinnn...…