It’s Always the Quiet Ones

So a few days ago I’m hitching west on 1-80 when this guy pulls over in one of those huge four-door pickups. He doesn’t talk, not even in the beginning when everyone asks you where you’re going–he just drives, slapping the steering wheel to the music real fast with both hands like the coked-up boys back home who end up going to CBGB just to dance it off.

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