heading for the interstate

Looking in the direction of the recreation area, you shake your head thinking”too many variables“. The same goes with town you decide, too many witnesses. Despite your close call heading down the road to the interstate you might be able to hitch a ride.

You start down the road to the interstate sticking out your thumb whenever someone passes by. Car after car passes you by not stopping when a convertible, playing some sort of teen pop song, slows down and stops.
You start to run up the car, noting two girls and one guy who are giggling about something. You’re just about to the car, when the female behind the wheel releases the break, and the guy in the back seat turns around and start pelting you with empty beer cans.

“Looser!” they jeer at you driving off.

“Fucking, kids! I’ll strangle you if I ever get my hands on you.” You yell after them, meaning it.

You kick a few of the cans extremely pissed, but eventually you calm down.

“Loosing it is not going to get me anywhere.” You remind yourself.

You start walking again occasionally a car passes by not stopping, and you start feeling discouraged by the seeming lack of progress. From time to time you’ve passed mailboxes, and start to ponder paying someone a midnight visit or should you keep trying to hitch hike.