Odin
ANTISOLIPSIST
All right folks.
Don't know if I ever shared this little tale in the chat box or elsewhere but I feel this would be a good time to do it.
For the most part the details are accurate as I can remember.
So I have hitchhiked exactly once in my life time that I recall... (notice I said recall...lol... drunk ass)
This was perhaps less than six or so years or so ago.
It was on a night that I went up camping in the wonderful state of Wisconsin. I believe it was in the late summer season.
It was a night when half our troupe decided to leave our campsite and hit up a local club/bar. I believe I had been steadily consuming beer and white grape juice vodkas all day. I felt wonderful. Also I had a couple of poles set up down by the river in holders with bells to ring on a catch.
As it was we wanted to get our disco grove on and I don't recall with who I left but I left. Lo and behold the night became increasingly disorienting and wild. Once at the club and a few more drinks and dances into the night, I ran into an old chum.
Suffice to say he was like...dude and I was like dude... haven't seen ya since before the war.. blah blah blah.
Then he gives me a tab of Ecstasy... yea... X... never before and never again. But I took it.
Did not recall a huge effect on me.
That may be though because my brain was saturated with ethanol.
After that there was more disco buggie it down and after I found one of the three blokes I had arrived with.
Unfortunately it was not the one that had the ride. Looks like we had been left behind lol miles from camp.
Okay so technically there were two hitchhikes.
This is where us two drunks look for our first ride.
Out on the wooden front deck...
Lo and behold there are some other drunks leaving the club in a Mercedes.
OH yea. COOL
"Yea... hic... we give you a ride.. okay come one."
I get in the backseat with my friend and some other dude trying to get to the camp site... and of we go like bats outa hell.
The guy driving was crazy as a fucking rodent on acid.
He takes off on this forested rural Wisconsin road and hits it warp speed.
Next thing...for some reason he is weaving through both lanes back and forth.
WTF?
OKay you know happens next?
No we don't die.
Five 0. Lights up the fucking night red and blue and whatever.
So we are pulled over asked to all exit the vehicle. And then patted down... interrogated and fucking lectured.
At least that was me and my two buddies in the back passenger seat. The driver and his "accomplice" well they were handcuffed and became passengers of they're own hitchhike... curtsy the law.
All I know is I said hey copper I just was looking for a ride... was drunk at the club... he he he haw...
Either way the three of us in the back seat. You can call us the three stooges.
We were let go... told to sober up and walk it back to the campgrounds.
Fucking a ...so here we are looking forward to a long walk going down the middle of the road of nowhere in the pitch black of a cloudy Wisconsin night.
Good thing we were in the middle of the road though. Cuzz next thing you know in the distance we see headlights haha.
Thats when we all get the genius idea of flagging down the car as we walk down the middle of the road.
BING BING BING>.> for three drunks in the middle of the night.
IT WORKED.
Off to the side pulls a lil Asian import car.. a dusty rusty teal I believe.
Haha... driving.. some petite blond country girl...with sharp features and a smile.
I dunno what the conversation went like but we were obviously loaded and she was willing to help.
IN we go.
I took the passenger seat.
Now I'm still trying to recall it all. But I know we discussed... the night.
"yes weez drunkz... yez we clubbin... yez... we camping."
"okay doke. I take you to the campsite."
More small chatter went on during the ride. She was driving a manual car too... that I remember.
Then one of the last two awesome and funny things to happen that night.
I think she was mildly flirtsy with me... or anyone of us. BUt... as I said drunk so not so charming and she prolly got annoyed.
Cuz this I do recall at one point in conversation her voice raised up.
And she was like, "You know what hitchhiking around these parts is dangerous?"
PErked our attention a bit more.
Then she proceeded to spill out some yarn about state troupers finding dismembered body parts in the woods or some sort.
She claimed it was done with a hatchet and that innocent folk aught to be real careful.
Honestly...::meh::, I was non to fazed by her dialogue.
Of course I was still on a lucky buzz from not being hauled in by the coppers.
So finally after the story she gets to our campground and drops us off.
Then the second best part of that night happened.
As I walked down to where all the tents were pitched... I started to hear a jing-a-ling-ling.
KRickey my fishing pole.
I scramble down the side of the river embankment and there I go got a bite.
Gave me a bit of a fight.
Reeled in a carp.. well over two feet.
Didn't have any rope to tie through the gills... so took off my shoes and made a rope outa knotted black socks. Secured her up and left the fishy for me to admire in the morning.
As I stumbled back up the river bank to fall asleep in the grass by the fire snoring.
Hells ya.
I want to hitchhike again.::drinkingbuddy::
Don't know if I ever shared this little tale in the chat box or elsewhere but I feel this would be a good time to do it.
For the most part the details are accurate as I can remember.
So I have hitchhiked exactly once in my life time that I recall... (notice I said recall...lol... drunk ass)
This was perhaps less than six or so years or so ago.
It was on a night that I went up camping in the wonderful state of Wisconsin. I believe it was in the late summer season.
It was a night when half our troupe decided to leave our campsite and hit up a local club/bar. I believe I had been steadily consuming beer and white grape juice vodkas all day. I felt wonderful. Also I had a couple of poles set up down by the river in holders with bells to ring on a catch.
As it was we wanted to get our disco grove on and I don't recall with who I left but I left. Lo and behold the night became increasingly disorienting and wild. Once at the club and a few more drinks and dances into the night, I ran into an old chum.
Suffice to say he was like...dude and I was like dude... haven't seen ya since before the war.. blah blah blah.
Then he gives me a tab of Ecstasy... yea... X... never before and never again. But I took it.
Did not recall a huge effect on me.
That may be though because my brain was saturated with ethanol.
After that there was more disco buggie it down and after I found one of the three blokes I had arrived with.
Unfortunately it was not the one that had the ride. Looks like we had been left behind lol miles from camp.
Okay so technically there were two hitchhikes.
This is where us two drunks look for our first ride.
Out on the wooden front deck...
Lo and behold there are some other drunks leaving the club in a Mercedes.
OH yea. COOL
"Yea... hic... we give you a ride.. okay come one."
I get in the backseat with my friend and some other dude trying to get to the camp site... and of we go like bats outa hell.
The guy driving was crazy as a fucking rodent on acid.
He takes off on this forested rural Wisconsin road and hits it warp speed.
Next thing...for some reason he is weaving through both lanes back and forth.
WTF?
OKay you know happens next?
No we don't die.
Five 0. Lights up the fucking night red and blue and whatever.
So we are pulled over asked to all exit the vehicle. And then patted down... interrogated and fucking lectured.
At least that was me and my two buddies in the back passenger seat. The driver and his "accomplice" well they were handcuffed and became passengers of they're own hitchhike... curtsy the law.
All I know is I said hey copper I just was looking for a ride... was drunk at the club... he he he haw...
Either way the three of us in the back seat. You can call us the three stooges.
We were let go... told to sober up and walk it back to the campgrounds.
Fucking a ...so here we are looking forward to a long walk going down the middle of the road of nowhere in the pitch black of a cloudy Wisconsin night.
Good thing we were in the middle of the road though. Cuzz next thing you know in the distance we see headlights haha.
Thats when we all get the genius idea of flagging down the car as we walk down the middle of the road.
BING BING BING>.> for three drunks in the middle of the night.
IT WORKED.
Off to the side pulls a lil Asian import car.. a dusty rusty teal I believe.
Haha... driving.. some petite blond country girl...with sharp features and a smile.
I dunno what the conversation went like but we were obviously loaded and she was willing to help.
IN we go.
I took the passenger seat.
Now I'm still trying to recall it all. But I know we discussed... the night.
"yes weez drunkz... yez we clubbin... yez... we camping."
"okay doke. I take you to the campsite."
More small chatter went on during the ride. She was driving a manual car too... that I remember.
Then one of the last two awesome and funny things to happen that night.
I think she was mildly flirtsy with me... or anyone of us. BUt... as I said drunk so not so charming and she prolly got annoyed.
Cuz this I do recall at one point in conversation her voice raised up.
And she was like, "You know what hitchhiking around these parts is dangerous?"
PErked our attention a bit more.
Then she proceeded to spill out some yarn about state troupers finding dismembered body parts in the woods or some sort.
She claimed it was done with a hatchet and that innocent folk aught to be real careful.
Honestly...::meh::, I was non to fazed by her dialogue.
Of course I was still on a lucky buzz from not being hauled in by the coppers.
So finally after the story she gets to our campground and drops us off.
Then the second best part of that night happened.
As I walked down to where all the tents were pitched... I started to hear a jing-a-ling-ling.
KRickey my fishing pole.
I scramble down the side of the river embankment and there I go got a bite.
Gave me a bit of a fight.
Reeled in a carp.. well over two feet.
Didn't have any rope to tie through the gills... so took off my shoes and made a rope outa knotted black socks. Secured her up and left the fishy for me to admire in the morning.
As I stumbled back up the river bank to fall asleep in the grass by the fire snoring.
Hells ya.
I want to hitchhike again.::drinkingbuddy::
