hitchhiking

yesterday there was 4 separate solo hitchhikers at the place to catch a ride, we played oogle survivor, bonds were formed / broken / there was hate/ there was love; there was aggressive breed dogs . and then everyone ended up in the same town like 5 miles away,again, and got the band back together to bask in our synchronicity and then we found a fucking 5th person hitchhiking who came and camped out with us and i almost punched when he got on his holier than thou im on acid trip shit n told me i was putting of bad vibes when i told the girl from buffalo my uncle worked at the casino on niagra falls but instead i hit him with a low blow and kept it G(fingerpicked my ass off and talked shit/facts). last i heard was "hes a good dude but you gotta understand hes from the east coast" from the cute lil kid i hitched with that was 18 and had 7 fingers on one hand that i think could revolutionize guitar playing, as i went to sleep. everyone scattered off in the am in stange patterns and savannah and me went and found some pretty mystic redwood trails(in a park i wanna go back to)  and then got picked up damn near instantly when i threw my thumb out, and they smoked meth all the way to within 8 miles of my great aunts doorstep.