Goodbye son. Bye Ma'. Ma don't cry, I'll be back in three months. I'll call you as soon as I get there. ( hugs mom) (Gets in car and drive's off)
I was crossing the Brooklyn Bridge that morning when I saw a skinny silhouette of a hitchhiker. He was nondescript and had a hat on. If I didn't swerve I would have hit the man.
I would have forgotten about him completely until an hour later I saw him again. I was crossing Pulaski Skyway over the Jersey flats when I saw him. He was standing with one thumb pointed west, but I was not about drive with him.
Later into my trip I didn't want to ride alone because I didn't want to be alone when I saw the hitchhiker. I picked up a lady off the road. (screeching tires) (Adams runs into the fence) "WHAT are you doing!"-Girl I asked her if she saw him and she said no and she gave me a disgusted look. (Girl runs out of the car with a struggle) Later the lady got picked up by a trucker, I was alone.
I stopped at a auto camp in Gallup, New Mexico. I went to the pay phone and made a call to my mother, but the women that answered wasn't my mother. She said my mom was in the hospital for nervous breakdowns after her son Ronald died in a car accident on the Brooklyn Bridge six days ago. I was in shock because I'm Ronald.
So, I am sitting in a deserted auto camp in Gallup. I am trying to think. I am trying to get a hold of myself. Otherwise, I shall go mad. Outside it is night and vast. Among the thousands of miles of desert he will be waiting. He'll be waiting for me.