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The old man in the karaoke bar’s parking lot insists that he doesn’t need any help...


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The old man in the karaoke bar’s parking lot insists that he doesn’t need any help as he hobbles toward the cab, leaning against his cane. “I’m what they call a partial quadrip ...   More
 
Wednesday, June 11, 2008 Night Cabbie

“What’re you up to?” asks my dispatcher.


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“What’re you up to?” asks my dispatcher. “Just living it up out here in Beaverton.” “You want to pick someone up at the Shell station?” The honest answer is ...   More
 
Wednesday, June 4, 2008 Night Cabbie

The middle-aged guy is working on an oil ship...


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The middle-aged guy is working on an oil ship, and trying to sell his house in Washington. He wants to tell me about his house. He once put a sign in his yard: two interlocking hearts, “wife wan ...   More
 
Wednesday, May 28, 2008 Night Cabbie

“How you doing tonight, man?”


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“How you doing tonight, man?” I ask my fare, a bartender at one of the hipster establishments in the gentrified part of Northeast Portland. “I am fan-tastic,” he says, stressin ...   More
 
Wednesday, May 21, 2008 Night Cabbie

As I pull into the back parking lot of Spot 79 on Southeast Foster Road...


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As I pull into the back parking lot of Spot 79 on Southeast Foster Road, I notice a gnomish figure huddled against the rain, pot-bellied and furtively smoking a cigarette. My passenger’s already ...   More
 
Wednesday, May 14, 2008 Night Cabbie

I’ve had this stooped old alcoholic once before.


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I’ve had this stooped old alcoholic once before. He did a header in the Safeway parking lot—falling down drunk at 6 pm on a Tuesday. There’s a bouncer thankfully helping him out of t ...   More
 
Wednesday, May 7, 2008 Night Cabbie

When I call out to the Emanuel E.R.’s waiting room for my fare...


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When I call out to the Emanuel E.R.’s waiting room for my fare, a meek “that’s me” emanates from the corner behind me. I look over to see a little old lady, with one arm in a s ...   More
 
Wednesday, April 30, 2008 Night Cabbie

“No, really, I believe you,” I tell the old man.


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“No, really, I believe you,” I tell the old man. We’re parked in front of his home. He occupied the ride here with a hostile soliloquy about what a huge asshole he is, how he’s ...   More
 
Wednesday, April 23, 2008 Night Cabbie

“Vote Ron Paul? Who’s that, Sean Paul’s cousin?”


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“Vote Ron Paul? Who’s that, Sean Paul’s cousin?” The two other young guys and I laugh. Ahead of us is a yellowing old Mercedes sedan with the phrase in question written on its ...   More
 
Wednesday, April 16, 2008 Night Cabbie

The young woman leans forward...


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The young woman leans forward between the two front seats and turns her head toward me to speak. Each breath against my neck sends chills down my spine. She's telling me about how she hates her fri ...   More
 
Wednesday, April 9, 2008 Night Cabbie
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