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“So, how’s your night?”


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“So, how’s your night?” asks my fare. “Just driving around talking to drunk people, man. How you doing?” He laughs. “I’m great, but not quite drunk. What do d ...   More
 
Wednesday, November 14, 2007 Night Cabbie

“What the hell happened to you?”


Night Cabbie
“What the hell happened to you?” The guy from the Emanuel E.R. looks like The Mummy, and what little tact I have has vanished at the sight. “Some asshole bit my fucking nose off,&rdq ...   More
 
Wednesday, November 7, 2007 Night Cabbie

It’s been an odd night, man.


Night Cabbie
“It’s been an odd night, man. I never like dealing with the cops, but it usually means something interesting’s going on.” “Oh yeah?” My fare doesn’t sound par ...   More
 
Wednesday, October 31, 2007 Night Cabbie

“I’m wearing pants!”


Night Cabbie
The weather is dank and miserable as I pull up to one of Lombard’s many dive bars. It’s around 3 in the morning, and there’s a middle-aged man sitting with his legs splayed in the do ...   More
 
Wednesday, October 24, 2007 Night Cabbie

“It’s OK, let me out here, I’ll find it.”


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“It’s OK, let me out here, I’ll find it,” the drunk young woman slurs at me. “Given how drunk you are, the neighborhood, that it’s 3 in the morning, and that you ju ...   More
 
Wednesday, October 17, 2007 Night Cabbie

“Sorry for the wait, I had to take care of the cat.”


Night Cabbie
“Sorry for the wait, I had to take care of the cat.” I let the innocuous words slide until I realize that this guy’s headed to the airport from a dive motel on Interstate and that we ...   More
 
Wednesday, October 10, 2007 Night Cabbie

“Oh, puke”


Night Cabbie
“Oh, puke,” says my co-worker, as he notices me lugging a seat cushion across the garage. And it’s as simple as that, I think to myself—“Oh, puke.” A completely unr ...   More
 
Wednesday, October 3, 2007 Night Cabbie

I pull up to the dive bar in North Portland at 1:30 in the morning


Night Cabbie
I pull up to the dive bar in North Portland at 1:30 in the morning expecting to get a grizzled character, or perhaps one of the newly arrived hipsters. It’s a surprise, then, when a little old l ...   More
 
Wednesday, September 26, 2007 Night Cabbie

I turn up the stereo a little bit as his soliloquy continues.


Night Cabbie
I’m trying to tune out the guy in the backseat. I picked him up at a bar in far North Portland, and now we’re cruising south on Interstate in the hope that he’ll recognize the mote ...   More
 
Wednesday, September 19, 2007 Night Cabbie

“He’s breathing OK.”


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“He’s breathing OK.” The teenage kid in the Lakers jersey is peering through the driver’s window of an old Cadillac that happens to be wrapped around a pole at the corner of No ...   More
 
Wednesday, September 12, 2007 Night Cabbie
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