November 23, 1977 Kent, Ohio I got
here yesterday afternoon. Then Todd and I each took three hits of sugar cube
acid. Too much. It was a real bad trip, like torture, enough to turn someone
into a Christian. I’ve been up for two days. Coming here by myself from
Cullowhee, I had my first bad ride a thirtyfive year old with flag decals on the windshield of his pickup
truck. Ray T., his name was. He picked me up in Knoxville and said he’d take me
forty miles. First he spent three hours playing pool and drinking beer. I
waited outside in a rocking chair and smoked a joint. I should have left, but
the highway was deserted. No cars, and I was twenty miles from the interstate. After Ray T. left the bar, he was weaving and
slurring his words. I figured I’d get out once we hit a busy road because you
really don’t want to be in a car with a drunk. His conversation was hard to
follow, and he stopped every mile or so to pee or light a cigarette. When he
saw two girls hitchhiking, he picked them up and gave them a ride to their
door. Then he had a cheeseburger. It started to rain. When we hit the
interstate, I said, “You can just let me out here.” He said no, he couldn’t let
me hitchhike in this weather. He said I had to spend the night with him.
Baca juga
He was drunk and
yelling, “Ray T. always gets what he wants, and this is what I want.” I asked him again to let me out, and he said no.
Then he started asking me questions. “When was the last time you jacked off?
Sometimes does it get hard just thinking about it?” He told me to move close to
him, and when I said no he grabbed me and yanked me over and stuck his hand
down my pants. I was afraid. It was late, raining, and he was speeding and
drunk. If I’d hit him or tried to get away, we could have had an accident. I
was scared and humiliated. When he pulled off onto a smaller road, I opened the
door and jumped out. He stopped and I grabbed my wet knapsack from the back and
ran. It was cold, and I heard him come after me. Then he got back in his truck,
and when I saw it heading in my direction, I hid. After he drove off, I turned and
ran onto the interstate and waved my arms. In a few minutes three assholes
stopped and took me to Cincinnati. They were from Illinois and threw cans out
the window. One of them said that niggers should still be slaves. I thought,
Oh, boy. What a day.
Detail Buku:
Judul : Theft by Finding
Penulis : David Sedaris
Penulis : David Sedaris
Penerbit : Little, Brown and Company
ISBN : 978-0-316-30851-9
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ISBN : 978-0-316-30851-9
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