Probably the last thing I did that really made me feel alive was hitchhike. Not first leaving though. It was my first major ride, as the sun was setting- thinking about how tomorrow I would be in a whole different state riding with somebody who hours before I didn't know. That morning I had no idea what would happen to me when I set out on my adventure but there I was doing it, I was sitting in a 2015 chevy silverado with AC and drinking an iced tea that my ride had bought me. I felt on top of the world, I had made it all the way here with just my fucking thumb and that felt really good.
