Hitchhiking

Nah. I never had the urge to try and hook up with a trucker. But to each their own.

 

Picked up a young pair of hitchhikers in Croatia. They'd hitched all the way from Belgium, and since they hadn't eaten all day, we took them out for the night and found them a hostel. Still keep in touch with them years later.

Never done it myself, but I often think about hitching across a continent and documenting the whole trip. There was an interesting series on one of the networks like 20 years ago about a journalist hitching across the U.S., just talking to the people that picked him up.

 

I have not. One time, about 15 years ago, I was driving near Montrose with my windows down. A black dude with no shirt on waved me down and asked if I could give him a ride. I inexplicably said yes. No idea why I did that. But, I let him in the car and he tells me where to go and I start driving. Then he asked me what I'm into. I was confused, so he clarified that he wanted to know what kind of sex stuff I was into. Only at this point did I realize the shirtless black guy I picked up in Montrose was a prostitute. So I told him I didn't want anything like that and he had me drop him off at the corner of whatever street we were on. Went home and told my wife I picked up a prostitute while I was out.

 

Lol, this is great

 

Where's your rookie status

 

wasn't there a poster that almost encountered a serial killer or saw his van something like that? My memory of an elephant is beginning to betray me.

 

Seriously.... who the hell hitch hikes?

Do you just want to be beaten, anally sodomized and then set on fire? Because that's what happens like 25% of the time.

Do you also take regular trips to Africa or India and engage in unprotected sex with prostitutes?

Seriously......... use your head before you use it.

P.S. I cannot believe you fell for the old sock trick.

 

Don't remember who the poster was, but pretty sure the psychos were Dean Corll and Elmer Wayne Henley

 

sure thing rook

 

The good ole candyman......... made the Heights his own personal playground in the early 70's.


I believe that the Pasadena home he moved into is still standing.

Fun times. I'm sure Deckard has some stories.

 

Now that I'm thinking about it, might have been thegary...I miss that poster.

 

You might be thinking about this story I posted about my brother.

 

My bad confused you

 

Yeah, that's seriously messed up.