Posted on Monday, 23 July 2012
When I was in sixth or seventh grade our English teacher asked us to write a short story. Mine was a stream-of-conscious piece from the point of view of a New York City cab driver. It had him cursing, laughing, wrestling with his own fears, and at one point, pissing in a bottle. My teacher was convinced that I had copied it verbatim from a magazine like Playboy.