Looking at me with a clenched jaw and wide open eyes, the man who, a moment ago, had held a knife to my neck lunged towards the open window of my cab.
Reacting without thinking, I found drive—slamming...
Driving a cab in Chico was the best crappy job I’ve ever had.I gave rides to hookers, lawyers, lowlifes and lonely drunks. I was always surprised at the quality of conversation, the openness of...
