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Driving a cab is a hard way to make a living.  You work ten to twelve hours a day, driving, driving, fighting traffic and the elements, and the people you pick up often treat you very poorly indeed—a few measly dollars spent on the fare can be enough to bring out the inner despot and tyrant in many normally polite and well-behaved individuals.

When I was working on my MA I was in a cw class and wrote a cab driving story about a driver whose life is bad and gets worse.  It was supposed to be…tragic, I guess.  It was supposed to be sad!  But when I first read it aloud, people—laughed.  My audience thought it was funny!  And every time I’ve performed this story since then, people laugh.  I'm not really sure I want to understand the response—but of course at any rate it’s beyond my control.  Once you write or tell a story, it’s not yours anymore: it belongs to the reader, the listener.

At any rate, “Riff-Raff” is set in a hard world….