It was the last leg of a long trip. That morning was the the longest part of. It started in So Cal when my friends dropped me off at the on ramp on their way to work. I had a car but no license so why not let some one else use it. Whenever they would drop me off I would put a dime in my wallet and say "I'll call you when I get back"....
It took me only three days to get from Van Nuys to Milwaukee, but the early morning hitch from Hammond IN to Milwaukee was a trip in itself. It was the only time I had to threaten to stick someone who picked me up, and I had to walk thru a swamp behind a Illinois highway patrol/toll center. A few miles north of the Fib city, I got a ride from Milwaukees biggest hallucinogenics dealer. He dropped me off in West Allis and I did a lot of walking after that.
I was at an on ramp not two miles from where my brother lives today, the Wisconsin Ave ramp. I was beat, and even tho I was only a hand full of miles from my parents house I sat and tried to hitch a ride. Cars came and went. Then one came and stopped, Milwaukee County Sheriff. The lady officer came up to me and asked for my ID. There had been reports of someone walking on the interstate. I explained to her that it wasn't me because I was way too tired. She took my ID and walked back to her cruiser. In my head I was thinking "I hitch 2500 miles to see my family only to end up in jail?" You see, when I left WI I had a little unfinished business...Well at this point I look up at the squad car. She reached back to unlock the rear door and signaled for me to get in.
Un freakin real! I grabbed my back pack and stepped in. She turned and said to me " the sheriffs dept is not a taxi service so don't tell anyone. Where is it you're going?" I told her and she dropped me off about a half mile from my parents house. Of course when I got there no one was home.
Speaking of acid...
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