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March 26, 2006
Allyn T Ross
i picked him up on the ramp outside of gallup. i saw a white-beared denim-jacketed guy standing on the ramp with his thumb out standing next to the road as i was about to mash the accellerator. instead i moved my foot to the left and pressed the break. he ran to get to the car, the doors were locked and i struggeled with the controls while he waited. i hoped he wasn't thinking i was tricking him, that i was going to give it the gas and split and leave him tasting gravel.
i figured out the locks and he put his kit in the back seat and jumped into the front seat. i never picked up hitchhikers in this car, never picked them up but twice before, and one of them was a girl.
i didn't know it, but i had just met a man who had uncompromising principles and no expectations. kinda like a person who lives in heaven. he lives on less than three dollars a day, and only works for herb.
posted by matthew at 09:27 PM
You picked up your hitchhiker the day my mom moved from this earth into some new existence.
We think we hold the wheel. We think we manage the trip. But everyone we think we carry by choice leaves us behind on some desolate road.
posted by: Daffodil on March 27, 2006 11:46 AM