A classic! A coming-of-age story told only the way a cynical New Yorker could tell it! After being forced to read it in high school, I was surprised and thrilled when I read it again years later. Check out the voice of this writer:

"The cab I had was a real old one that smelled like someone'd just tossed his cookies in it. I always get these vomity kind of cabs if I go anywhere late at night. What made it worse, it was so quiet and lonesome out, even though it was Saturday night. I didn't see hardly anybody on the street. Now and then you just saw a man and a girl crossing a street, with their arms around each other's waists and all, or a bunch of hoodlumy-looking guys and their dates, all of them laughing like hyenas at something you could bet wasn't funny. New York's terrible when somebody laughs on the street very late at night. You can hear it for miles. It makes you feel so lonesome and depressed. I ketp wishing I could go home and shoot the bull for a while with old Phoebe. But finally, after I was riding a while, the cab driver and I sort of struck up a conversation. His name was Horwitz. He was a much better guy than the other driver'd I'd had."

Released on Wednesday, July 03, 2002 at Post Office - 50 Manor Avenue at Explanade Blvd. On the counter in the back. in Pacifica, California USA.