GOD’S LOVE HOMELESS SHELTER in Helena, Montana was my last stop after many years on the road, a place I finally got my life together. I had wanderlust all my life and Helena, Montana was the first place I ever been I didn’t want to be somewhere else. I started hitchhiking when I was fifteen and it was to see my girlfriend Julie Lockwood and her family who had moved from Rochester, New York, to a small town thirty miles and a lifetime away. I had spent a few days with her and was on my way back to the city about eight o’clock at night, pouring rain and at a turn in the road out in the middle of nowhere, a little Ford Pinto with the stereo blasting Charlie Pride blew right by me and slammed on the brakes and skidded for thirty or forty feet and fishtailing all over the road. He finally comes to a stop about fifty yards away from me where I stood in shock wondering why someone would risk their life to stop for me….. AS SOON AS I GOT IN THE CAR the guy took off like a Bat out of Hell again like it wasn’t even raining sheets and Gail force winds. First thing he says to me, “You got a gun?” HE WAS IN HIS THIRTIES, dark hair and scruffy facial hair, kind of skinny in black jeans and black leather jacket. One beer left in a six pack of Rochester’s own Genesse Beer. My first impression was he was half drunk, half pissed off and looking for a party. “I heard all you hitchhikers had guns...?” @markamania #markamania CounterPunch (official) New Statesman The Guardian Rolling Stone Vanity Fair The Rolling Stones The New York Times homelessinheaven.blogspot/2013/06/homeless-in-heaven-by-mark-anthony-given.html
Posted on: Tue, 02 Jul 2013 02:58:31 +0000
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