Currently Writing Something Titled: The Secret History of Things Between Us
My first update from the actual road. This is coming from a truck stop in North Carolina. I got picked up three times today, unfortunately, they were only for short bursts of distance.
The first guy was a spiritual leader for the local Muslim community. He was surprised when I told him I have a halfway done book because he had a half done manuscript in the backseat of his car. His family had a bad history of being injured by horses.
Quote: “My family does not have a bad history of horses, it was just the two of us.”
My second ride almost didn’t pick me up because I was jamming out to music on the side of the road and I didn’t hear him beeping further down the ramp. He stuck his head out of the sunroof and yelled for me and I still didn’t hear him. He finally walked down the ramp and tapped me on the shoulder and told me to get the hell in his car. Unfortunately, I can’t remember his name but he was a reformed drug dealer turned God seeker. We talked about the homeless plights of major American cities versus small towns. I received a bag of raisin bread.
Quote: “Remember to always ask yourself did I help someone today?”
The final ride of the night, which left me close to this truck stop, was given to me by an attractive woman in her late 20s. I commended her on the size of her large balls for picking up a male. She said her brother and father use to hitchhike all the time and I can take care of myself. She was a 5’5” blonde with minimal muscle tone or visible weapons. I would have liked to see her eyes but she was wearing sunglasses for the entirety of the drive.
Quote: “You looked good. I mean, nice enough to pick up. I mean not like a serial killer.”
By the end of this journey, my calf, bicep, shoulder and lower back muscles will be tremendous.
I will look unproportional.
By the end of this, my hands will be hellishly calloused.
The first girl I touch will be willingly scraped by them.
By the end of this, the lack of sleep and exertion will have made me clinically insane.
I will enjoy every hallucinatory second.
By the end of this, my legs will hurt more than they ever have or ever will
My scowls will double in size
By the end of this journey, I will have finished a book.
But for now, a part of me is asleep.
(more to come)#Travel #Hitchhiking #Shawn Gamez #Theory In Transit #The Insides of Monsters