Ticket to Hollywood Posted on: 18/03/12 Category:

I had just dropped off a fare at a bar on east Colfax when a call came over the radio for an address on Capitol Hill. The customer wanted to go to Larimer Square. I snatched the microphone off the dash and said, “One twenty-seven.” With luck I might make five more bucks before quitting time. It was winter, it was dark, and I wanted to go home, but I took the call because driving a cab is like playing a slot machine: when you win, you win money.