
Off I went to Toronto! This wasn't the first time I hitchiked in fact I hitchhiked allot in those days. When your young you think your invincible I guess. Today I would never recommend it. If you talk to any guy who has hitchhiked he will tell you that he's fantasized about a hot girl picking him up and ultimatly having sex sometime on the trip. Although I can't discredit any guy who says that has happen to him I can tell you that in my experience 80% of the time I was picked up by a homosexual who would eventually try to have his way . This got to be an expectation to me so I started caring a switch blade in my pocket because some of them were very aggressive. One in particular I remember was so aggressive he actually took a side road off the highway then parked and started to touch me. At that point I told him I had a switch blade in my pocket. "Don't make me pull it out” I said! He then backed off and took me back to the highway where he stopped to let me off. I said “why are you stopping?" "I'm only going to the next town! I live there" he said. "Hey! I said "you said you were going to Toronto so that where we are going" I insisted .At this point I had my blade out and he didn't argue back. The trip there was 2 hours and we didn't speak once. We exited on Young street where I got off . I could'nt resist saying “next time don't lye you Fag!" I hurried to the subway thinking he would probably call the police. I didn't get my driver’s licence until years later so dealing with Homosexuals was a weekly accurance as I hitchhiked from one place to another. Not all memories are homosexual related. I have memories of staying at people’s houses sometimes. Other times sleeping in abandoned houses. One time I was hitchhiking on Albion rd and got picked up by some teenagers who wanted me to help them roll a car over. We stopped at an abandoned farm and rolled an old rusted car over. I guess that was there small town Friday excitement. Once when I was hitching back from Nova Scotia I got a ride from an old lady who must of drove 100 mile an hour for 2 hours. I thought I was going to shit my pants or worst die that day. I survived that ride and many more bizzar encounters in my hitchhiking days.

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