By Bryan Wegman.
He didn’t look like such a bad man. Well kept, a short beard and long brown hair, but nothing unexpected of a hitchhiker. I could use the company. It’s been 10 hours of lonesome traveling with a broken radio. Just the thoughts in my head to keep me occupied which I must admit our beginning to scare me. Once your mind has started day dreaming about the possibility of President Obama sneaking up behind you on the deserted mountain roads with 100s of other C.I.A. agents to take you away and erase all record of you, you know you have been driving for too long. I found myself beginning to check the rearview mirror a bit more at the thought. I had already done my quick size up of the hitchhiker before I had gotten up to him from a distance. He looked like the friendly type that would tell a few jokes here and there, but mainly be content with silence of staring off at the road. He may be the type who was completely absorbed into himself and would leap at any chance to tell a story about himself, which I would not deny of him to do since for the most part hitchhikers have some bizarre stories. There’s not many sane people that pick up hitchhikers these days because of this belief in murderers being the only ones who hitchhike anymore, so the people who usually pick you up are quite the characters. Vietnam veterans with a missing arm drinking with the other one as they drive you through the desert at 100 mph asking you for help holding the wheel and then screaming at you as you grab it for invading his personal space. Crazy things like that. I pull over to the side of the road to let him in and he runs over to my side of the car with a huge smile on his face. I must be the only nice one still left to pick him up. He’s probably been standing there for hours with no luck. I roll down the window. Before I could open my mouth to ask him where he was going a big rock came flying for my face. I duck trying to dodge it with no luck. Lights out. Complete darkness. I hear a car start up in the distance. Tires squealing as it speeds off and away.
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