Another one of my hitching adventures.
I have no idea where I was when this story started. All I know is I was north of Atlanta, somewhere in the backwoods of Georgia. I had been hitchhiking in from California, going home to Miami for a visit. I fell asleep in the passenger seat of the car in which I was riding, and the next thing I knew, the driver of the car was shaking me awake. We were stopped, and he said, “Here it is. I turn down that rural road. You wanna’ stay on this here county road. It’ll get you to 301, then its south right into Florida. Good luck.”
I didn’t say the obvious, like, Why the hell didn’t you let me off before we got to the boondocks? Instead, I thanked him for the ride, got out of the car, and watched him disappear…
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