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,…
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…
