"Fck you too" I mumble as I flip off another ashole who wouldn't stop to pick me up, the p*ick even shouted at me to get a job, I'm not a corporate dog on some chain to a desk, screw that. As I walk the night air becames cold, the next set of headlights I turn & put out my thumb, "come on, stop" I whisper, the car passes but slows to a hult, smiling I jog over. Opening the passenger door, "Hay man, thanks for stoppin" I say.
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