The first time I Hitch hiked was in the middle of texas. I got picked up by an eighteen wheeler and the woman in the passenger seat had blood running down her leg that she was wiping up with a dirty teddy bear. Another time, we got in a bad car accident.
Tattooed faces, Teenage girls, Grandfathers, Business men..... You never know what you're gonna get.
I got picked up twice on my way home from Maine. The first person was a guy named Don. He hitch hiked to Woodstock in 69'. And told me stories about his sailing trips to Florida. The second one was an older woman. She was on her way home from spending time in Northern Maine to witness the birth of her new Nephew. She was married, with 2 kids. She drove me 40 minutes out of her way to get me on a Bus.
It's good to be back in Providence.