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hitchiking

its so fucking cold out there. and anyone who thinks hitching is fun. or romantic. has never hitched for any period of time. fuck on the road. not anymore. standing out there in the freezing cold. snow beating against your face. as car after car passes. and your feet. can you even feel them? so you take shelter under a bridge. because its well past midnight. and youre stuck at a rest stop. a truck stop even. with the bitter irony chilling you hands. that not even a trucker can pick you up anymore. it being the law. ordering a bit of food. more to stay warm than out of hunger. finally day breaks. waiting outside as the sun rises. a trucker. and a miracle. but only a few miles. ten hitches later. at another truck stop. somewhere in eastern ohio. in the midst of a snowstorm. a teacher. visiting for the holidays. and i find my ride through the storm. and the darkness. back to philly.


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