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i picked up a hitchhiker last night, it was cold out and id been in that situation before. its an older guy, late fourties. im driving back to where im staying and as luck would have it he is going that way too. woo, hoo. so im driving along and he tells me about how he was looking for work in rochester ny, and couldnt find anything, i tell him im just coming from olean and he asks if there any work up there, well not being from there i cant tell him, and so the drive is awful quiet. we are trolling along in the backwoods of upstate ny when i decide that i want a drink, as the whole day is really starting to piss me off. so we stop, and of course i know he is broke, so i figure ill buy him a beer and i will do the useal whiskey rocks...
three hours later we walk out and i drop him off downtown where he will crash for the night in an all night laundry... i hand him four bucks and wish him well.
best goddamned night ive had in a while shooting the shit with a perfect stranger on my dime...
thanks phil.
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