After the robbery of Leon Bath (cf. Ep. 6), it is revealed the cabdrivers have been targeted by a Local Drug Gang. It is also revealed that this gang has been getting robbed by an unknown third party, which is […]
Business as Usual: Last exit

After the robbery of Leon Bath (cf. Ep. 6), it is revealed the cabdrivers have been targeted by a Local Drug Gang. It is also revealed that this gang has been getting robbed by an unknown third party, which is […]
Wednesday night is a slow hell. Downtown chokes with dozens of unneeded cabs, each company representing like a corner gang squaring against the other cliques. Unable to find standing anywhere, I realize each of these little operations, like pebbles in […]
Over the summer, some witch ran the drum circle out of the Ped Mall. Now every Football Saturday I laugh my ass off at her, trapped in her tower. I wonder if that’s not her giant alabaster face staring down […]
Taxi Driver Vic Pasternak is back with another episode of “Business as Usual,” a 12-part storytelling series. This edition is an excerpt from ‘All the Help You Need,’ coming soon from Slow Collision Press. Captain Jerry Nicodemus leans on the […]
I’m stepped out taking a whiz at one of Coralville’s dozen gas stations. Next I make the rounds for water, fresh coffee, smokes. Four hours to go and then I’m out of town for six weeks, maybe longer. I’ve salted […]
Paulie Floyd is fucking pissed. The phone rings and he snatches it up. “Good luck getting home,” he singsongs before slamming it on the cradle, shouting, “Cocksucker!” Our dispatcher hammers a fist on his desk when the phone rings anew. […]
When I get to the taxi shack, everybody’s freaking the fuck out. My dispatcher Paulie Floyd is in the parking yard smoking grass and has three cigarettes burning, two of them wedged in the downspout outside his office door. Our […]
Cabbie Vic Pasternak returns with part five of his 12-part storytelling series. Misadventure, mayhem and meltdowns — Pasternak sees it all in a single shift… […]
Sundays blow gentler breezes around the taxi shack, the pace slow and steady, our money for easy work. People don’t much fuck around on Sundays, like it’s a rule. With his back to me, Captain Jerry Nicodemus mans the dispatch […]
We’re nine hours deep in a dead Thursday when I hit the shack for a leak and a smoke. When I come out of the can, #12 is blowing around the yard, pissed off. “This guy,” he whines, “He was […]
Our taxi shack is south of town and across the river—back where the county used to weigh its trucks. I’ve rolled out of bed late and race into thunderheads all the way there. Paulie Floyd is scheduled to dispatch, but […]
It’s Wednesday after shift change and relief runs late for our dispatcher, Captain Jerry Nicodemus. The big clock turns meanwhile as phones ring electric and the old… […]