Girl and I walk out of a yard, down the street, sit down beside a pay phone at a gas station having a bite for a bit one night (real fuckin boondocks - the place we were - never want to end up there again) Think about hitchin instead of waiting to catch out the next day but finally decide not to hitch at night when this car comes up from the right.
Stops.
Goes foward a bit.
Stops.
Backs up a bit.
Stops.
Comes into this dead parking lot, circles, leaves.
Comes out again.
Stops.
Foward Fast.
Stops.
Backs up so headlights are on us.
Stops.
I wave.
No knife or anything, but a socket that matches up to a roll of nickels, I reach for that and grab it tight.
Goes to the right.
Stops.
Speeds off the way he came.
Never came back.... like he just came out to do that? Makes no sense to me. Ever since that night she and I swore we'd never fuck with someone whose not our friend. Still have a bit of a bellyache from that night.
Eh, I won't be doing any night-time hitchhiking.
