{excerpt from UBER NIGHTS}   Moron after moron, drunk douchebag after drunk douchebag.   Night upon night, the tread on the mental tires wears thin.   Then, Michelin Man, Jr. appears. And you feel giddy, renewed. Brand spanking new cerebral radials to hit the streets.   I pick up a teenager at the Amazon warehouse. […]

{excerpt from UBER NIGHTS}   If there are any bored anthropologists out there, they may wish to consider hiding in the bushes at the Greyhound Bus Station on the outskirts of Columbia. Most nights, it’s an ethnographer’s wet dream. An alphabet soup of the human condition.   Tonight, I pick up a woman taking the midnight bus to […]