August 27th, 2008
“Son of a bitch, you’re running up the meter!”27 comments
August 20th, 2008
"Hey bro, remember me? You wrote that story about me in the paper."3 comments
August 13th, 2008
“It’s the Californians, man, the Californians are the worst.”15 comments
August 6th, 2008
The middle-aged man I picked up at Vendetta is in a hyperactively verbose lather ...0 comments
July 23rd, 2008
When I step into the obese old woman's apartment5 comments
July 16th, 2008
The obese old woman at Fred Meyer has a bad hip and a wheelchair...8 comments
July 9th, 2008
“...I need to take a shower first and wash all of this blood off.”6 comments
July 2nd, 2008
“So I’ve got these two women in the back of my cab who just refuse to get out...”8 comments
June 25th, 2008
“My friend’s getting divorced, and he’s really drunk,” says the bartender...8 comments
June 18th, 2008
There’s nothing like a good Friday night, and I’m referring to the money.3 comments
[March 26th, 2008]
For the first time ever, I flip the panic switch. The guy behind me is yelling and threatening violence as I whip down an empty Sunset Highway at 70 miles an hour, and while the threads have all been directed at his friend thus far, my spider sense is raising an awful ruckus at the base of my neck.
His friend isn’t helping matters. An ex-cabbie from Phoenix, he’s been the chill and sane one so far. But after being called “a stupid fucking idiot” for about the fiftieth time, he’s now also threatening violence in a low and serious tone.
I picked the two of them up (piss-drunk, if you haven’t already guessed) at a generic chain restaurant in Hillsboro. They wanted to go to Stars in Beaverton, but once we got there the first guy flew into a rage that the ex-cabbie didn’t have enough money to pay the $22 fare.
Waving around a fistful of dollars, he had me turn around and take them back to their hotel in Hillsboro, all the while insulting his friend as an idiotic spendthrift in such persistent and brutal a fashion that I suspect I’m witnessing the end of said friendship.
As I take the exit for 185th, the first guy is yelling that he’s not going to pay for more than half of the fare. The other guy’s yelling that’s fine, then he’ll just run away and his friend can deal with me and the cops. I hit the locks.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
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RECENT COMMENTS ON “For the first time ever, I flip the panic switch. ”
Yep. I didn't remember it to be Kipling ... but, fuckanaigh, that's the truth.
Anyone seen Paranoid Park yet?
Personally, I like the idea of a two-parter. Better believe I'll read next week's column. The Panic Switch? Great opening. Yeah, you got my attention, NC3. Let's see the payoff.
Yeah they need to do something about the "story continues below" format, it is really aggravating. A lot of the stories feel like they should be longer. and my link to the index, for your po...
GREAT details in your story!Even though I read part 2 first! lol! (blonde:)I couldn't wait to see how your ride started! I'll be back to read more!
Be safe out there! Love your frie...
