>>902643So now I'm walking down 534, tripping sack with a 50 pound pack, and watching the secrets of the universe again unfold before me eyes. I'm seeing clock-shaped structures ticking away in the sky, the undulated processes that drive the universe, and I have a realization: I was the only person that would ever be with me for my entire life, and I'd better get used to it. It hit me that "home" was where I made it, whether or not I was in a tent in the woods, or if I was at my dwelling. At this point I decided that I would be okay with going home. So I continue walking, on the right shoulder of the road, when I hear: WOOOP WOOOP.
It's the Ohio State troopers.
He asks me for my ID to make sure I'm not some homicidal vagrant, and asks me some questions about how old I am, when I last had a valid license, etc (all I had was a passport). He lets me go, telling me to walk on the other side of shoulder so I don't get hit, and informs me that I'm getting pretty close to Interstate 90. I keep walking about a mile north, and another stranger stops in the middle of the road.
"HEY MAN, YOU NEED A RIDE?". Fuck yeah I do!
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