Crip gang member sporting his colors

Ridin’ Dirty — The Crips Story Part 1

You know, I was once young and dumb (as opposed to the current old and dumb version), which led me to make a questionable decision that resulted in a very memorable car ride.

Lyft passenger stares at death. Man contemplates his mortality after receiving bad news.

Staring at Death: A Tale of Two Passengers

The young guy was fired up. Not at me. But at Arabs. He was Hispanic American and he let me know in no uncertain terms that he hated Arab Uber drivers. He lives in an apartment complex, and, apparently, they have canceled on him a few times when they couldn't find his apartment and he couldn't …

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Car Swimming — Flash Fiction

“Thanks,” he croaks. His unnatural gyrations are freaking me out. I ease the car into traffic. He babbles about hiding from the police. I’m brimming with a host of different emotions. His right elbow bangs sharply against the passenger window. “Stop thrashing around.” “Sorry,” he mumbles. But he can’t stop, limbs flailing with the frantic …

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