life on the road (part one)
one of my preferred ways of travel is hitchhiking, for a few reasons. first and foremost, it’s the people. the people you meet hitchhiking are often times simply incredible. incredibly interesting, incredibly boring, incredibly creepy. it’s a peculiar way of transportation, but rewarding.
most of the rides you will receive will be from lonely men. not sexually motivated lonely men, as the stereotype would have you believe – but genuinely lonely men looking for an ear to simply sit and listen. and that’s how many rides go. the things people reveal! that’s the allure of it: as the hitchhiker, i am a stranger, a drifter, i will be gone in moments from their life forever . . . but for this moment in time, this precise instance in the cosmos, our paths have crossed.
they can reveal anything to me, and in an hour or less, i’ll be gone forever. it’s cathartic for them. it’s enlightening to me.
the things i have heard . . .
and that’s what this series is about: life on the road. the people i’ve met, the stories i’ve heard, the close calls, and the near escapes.
i’m a tease. there will be no story in this post, just a temptation. the temptation being the first story of the series and what it will feature:
a friendly looking business man offering me a ride. and then my insides slowly turning to horror as i notice that the inside locks of the car have been scrapped down too low for human fingers to unlock the door . . .
and yes, that is as terrifying as it sounds.
