I was on Cash Cab back in late 2007 or early 2008. I am sad to know this weird experience won't randomly scare the shit out of other other New Yorkers (although I am now a Mainer). 

A grown up with a Freddy shirt AND a pasty beer gut?

The New Yorker's David Denby on experiencing squalor as art
"How is it possible that the kind of squalor and dissolute behavior that would be intolerable in our own lives and the lives of our friends is often fascinating, even enjoyable, in a movie? The cynical answer is that our enjoyment is based on relief: this…

So… in 1974, more than one group of people had some burning desire to tell a super dark cinematic tale inspired by Ed Gein. THE VIETNAM WAR FUCKED EVERYONE UP.