“Wooh, Carol, look at what just came in to take you home,” the bartender called out. Carol looked around, eyes glassy, and saw me. “Hey,” she said. “Hi there, you call a cab?” “No, Ed did.”
TAXI BY MICHAEL CANNISTRACI 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 97
I was trying to get my big break as an actor in Los Angeles. A friend suggested I drive a taxi to make ends …