It really is. Take it from the little known fact man. In fact, this fact is so little known that I'm willing to bet a case of Old Crustacean that 99.9% of the people who read this will be hearing about it for the first time.
In most states, I believe all but Colorado and Oregon, when you turn on to a freeway on ramp you see a sign that says no pedestrians, horses, bicycles, etc...beyond this point. So as a hitch hiker if you don't wanted to be hassled by the man you tend to not go much further. Everybody sees the front of that sign, but few view the back. Mostly its basic stuff like, Tampa Red started 12-17 Pocatello ID headed to El Paso, this ramp sucks, or some interesting limerick. It seems as tho every time I was hitching back to L.A. from Ventura I would always get dropped of at the 101 southbound ramp at highway 232 in Oxnard. For some reason despite the heavy volume of traffic it would take about half an hour to get a ride. Now on the back of this sign was graffiti of names, places, dates, and plays on the towns name. Oxsnot, oxfart, oxshit, and so on. But in the midst of all of that was one of the most profound things written by a hitch hiker for a hitch hiker, especially when it came to that ramp. It was very simply stated "did you ever have the feeling that you're invisible". "Far out man". There is a lot of truth in that, but a lot of irony also. Standing on the side of the rode we can see you looking at us out of the corner of your eyes. Curious enough to look but not wanting to make eye contact. Hate to have some one put the whammie on you. Worse than that are the people who tell you there only going a short distance. Even the most beautiful scenery gets old when you're just standing there. Plus, a bunch of short rides is as good as one long on.
So remember people, we're just trying to get from a to b. And whens the last time you saw your brother? How do you know thats not him on the side of the rode?
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Todd forwarded me to your blog -- man, it's good to hear your voice through this blog... I'll have to catch me up on your goings on. email me your personal email so we can catch up! My face should not be on the back of a milk carton -- at least I hope not!
duh, didn't say this is jason elias!
I thought that some where down the line someone might know someone who stumbled across this and recognized a name, but I didn't think it would be so soon. Either way its pretty wild.
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Freakin funny
Well schitt. Doesn't it just happen like that. Twenty years down the line and we're all floating out here in the ether. I was Googling my own name, as I often do when I'm spying on my enemies ... and who's this Barleyfookingwine Paul cat? Is it? Could it be? Unbelievable. So Merry Christmas. Good to hook up, even disembodied and all. Best to you, brother. And let me know when there's an opening at the new hotel. Room 10050, I'll be ready. Just stick a fork in me and I'm done.
I can only imagine how startling it must be waking up, sitting down for a bowl of cereal, pouring the milk only to find yourself on the back of the carton.
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