With hitch hiking,
you learned after some time
that it wasn't an art.
It wasn't a science, either.
There was nothing to figure out,
no equation to solve,
no technique to master,
even though you sometimes wished there was.
Hitch hiking was just a waiting game.
Putting your thumb in the air,
tossing shit at the wall,
hoping that sooner rather than later,
someone kind enough or bored enough,
would pull over and pick your bum ass up.
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