Hey Jim...All My Rowdy Friends Have Lost Their Minds.

[NotPublished]

I never considered being mentally examined while writing one of these.  Hrm.

Something to consider while writing the next one, I guess.

Run in kicking and screaming next time give them what they want!

[Payne]

I never considered being mentally examined while writing one of these.  Hrm.

Something to consider while writing the next one, I guess.

Yeah, you gotta love amateur psychology.

[Jasper]

I wouldn't presume to do any serious psychological analysis. Closer to Internet ethnography.  Resume all unselfconscious behavior.

[The Johnny]

I wouldn't presume to do any serious psychological analysis. Closer to Internet ethnography.  Resume all unselfconscious behavior.

You cant spell analysis without anal.

[NotPublished]

  my favourite

I haven't learnt how to drive yet, I am learning but very slowly. The high way looks really long and far and from here I am happy where ever I end up. I enjoy hitching around for a ride. Its always fun seeing new faces, sometimes we share stories, I get a chance to learn, and sometimes help where I can. I don't even know what brought me to this highway, I guess the only thing to do is keep looking and I'll know when I find it.

All in all - I just want to have a good time and get to know what the other persons trip is like, all the life experiences always fascinate me.

My own trip has been confusing, I enjoy hitch hiking alot - but I'm never around the same crowd for long, but this is what it means to be a hitch hiker. The crowd doesn't always go in the same direction as yourself, sometimes I end up in the wrong place - but I have always bounced back in the past. It gets easier everytime, if I didn't hitchhike I would just walk myself - I don't know maybe I will learn to drive one day.

Nothing really phases me anymore - I don't know if it should or not, I'm happy to face a sandstorm when I'm just walking .. it might sound foolish, but it does not bother me. Though I'm not stupid that I am out to get myself hurt, I would rather not risk hurting myself - because if I can't move then how can I continue? I just always wonder what it feels like after being sheltered.

I realise if I were to go alone it would be foolish - sometimes I think it'd be a wise choice, from time to time I have bumped into different crowds and they have their problems... Sometimes the engine fails, or because they pull over to pick me up the engine just won't start again - whether its my fault or inconvenient timing, I'll never know.

The one thing I do know is I have myself, and I'm happy to of met the people I have - as long as they don't tell me what direction to walk in, I'll be happy to know them. Guess I'm a bit of a user, but whats a hitch hiker to do? All I can say is - I love it.

[Storebrand]

I never thought I'd end up on the highway.  I spent my time exploring out in the woods, chasing wildlife, and splashing around in the cool, fresh water of the creek.  One day a girl sat beside me.  She pulled her shoes off and we giggled while kicking water at each other.  I loved her with her hearty laugh and brightly painted eyes, like a peacock. My Birdie.

She started to run and I chased behind her until we came to a clearing I'd never been to before.  The ground was hard and flat.  I'd heard about this thing before.  She hop into the car and beckoned me to follow her.  I did it without asking.  She drove me through my mountains and onto the main road.  We picked up some passengers and sped around in the night, darting off the road to run down campaign signs.  It was all a game and the light from the lamp posts kept making her teeth sparkle when she laughed.

Then she went farther than she'd ever been before.  The passengers got out one by one and we were alone.  She wanted to explore more (She said that's what everyone told her we were supposed to do.) but was too afraid to drive any longer.  She asked me to take the wheel.  This was new.  This was fun.  I liked the way the wind pulled at my hair, pulling the curls straight then roll against my bare shoulders until they sprung back into place along my temples and cheeks.  Feeling the car respond to my touch was exhilarating. 

She was getting a little anxious.  She said she kept thinking she saw things by the roadside, just glimpses.  She got quiet.  She rolled up the window to a crack and lit a clove cigarette to calm her.  I loved the way she smelled, sweet from the cloves.  The way the rag top thrummed all around us excited me and made me feel more alive than I'd ever felt before.  She didn't like it.  It frightened her.  She turned on the radio to drown out the noise.  For a little while she was back to her old self.  We sang along with the music at the top of our lungs.

The song ended but she was still singing.  No, not singing.  Screaming.  I looked at her.  Her face was drawn and her eye makeup had settled into the creases.  The tears were dripping off her jawline.  She'd seen things.  She wanted to stop but not here.  I told her I'd pull over at the next gas station.  She sprawled out in the back seat, muttering to herself.  I called back to her every few minutes to see if she was alright, trying to figure out what the hell she was saying.  Eventually she stopped responding.  I pulled into the gas station and went in to get some water for us.  When I came out she was gone.

I was alone in the car and the traffic was picking up.  I wanted to go on because that's what I'm supposed to do, right?  And I wanted to know.  I think Birdie found out.  I put the windows back down to feel the wind pull my hair.  I was a little scared and I didn't know why. 

Horns blared and I started to get anxious.  Cars started getting more aggressive.  A car passing me from the shoulder clipped my front bumper and I swerved a bit.  As I correct I see them, the people on the side of the road in the distance.  A man stands by a woman about to change a tire.  As I passed I think I saw him bring the tire iron down on her head.  No, it can't be. 

I saw her pack of cloves and rolled the window up to a crack to light one.  The smell was calming and the tinge of pain in my lungs felt good.  I ran over something in the road.  I looked in the mirror.  A body.  It must've been a dog, a large dog, wearing a pink shi FUCK what's that douchebag doing riding up on my ass like that?!?    He passed me up and I could've sworn there was something wrong with his face.  The thrum of the rag top started to get to me.  I turned the music up. 

I don't like being on this road anymore.  I'm tired of driving and my ass is sore from sitting so long.  I wanted off before but the other cars wouldn't let me into the right lane.  The cars behind me keep pressing in on me and the ones to the side want over.  I keep accelerating to keep up the pace.  I'm going so fast now, too fast.  My Jeep is rattling.  Or maybe that's me with the caffeine jitters.  I can't tell.  I'm sucking down those cigarettes like candy, humming along to the tunes between puffs.  It dawns on me that I'm separated from the hard concrete by nothing more than a thin sheet of metal and some carpet.  The music on the radio isn't sounding like music anymore.  That's not the radio.  It's me screaming. 

I can't get off now.  I'm dedicated to it.  I'll be damned if I don't find out what is out there.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

[NotPublished]

That was an amazing read Gin!

[Storebrand]

I got paranoid about the wall o'text.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

No, it was really good.

[Eater of Clowns]

 

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I got paranoid about the wall o'text.

No, that was fucking awesome.  Holy crap.

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

WOW Gin!  That was great!

[Storebrand]

 

[Reginald Ret]

shitfuckdamncraptastic!

gin, that was great. i still dont get alot about this metafore but many bits of your bit hit home.