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you know, i'd liek to believe that most parents whose kids who've run away or almost been raped and/or killed would be more interested/worried about the safety of their children then how their child's actions reflects on them among their friends. but hey! that's just me.
soooooooooooo yesterday... well i'm not in the mood for going into full details mainly because i repeated the story for the police and my parents yesterday too many goddamn times.
but the main points are as follows:
"hitched" a ride with a creepy man
smoked paht
told me he had to pick some weed up 'just up the road'
just up the road turned into 35 minutes in the car
i kept thinking (in my demented stoned state of mind) that i was looking into the face of my future rapist/ murderer and i kpet hvaing an image of myself dead on the side of the highway wrapped in caution tape with my underwear inside out. (i know, i know, totally stolen from marla in fight club)
i wondered if other girls, right before being lead to their future crime scene, had been thinking the same things i was. if they were wondering how to get out of the car. and so i stopped thinking and demanded he take me back. i guess i yelled at him or something because after he finally did turn around and make a U turn on hawthorne there was a long (or what seemed like a long) silence which he broke by saying, "
soooooooooooo yesterday... well i'm not in the mood for going into full details mainly because i repeated the story for the police and my parents yesterday too many goddamn times.
but the main points are as follows:
"hitched" a ride with a creepy man
smoked paht
told me he had to pick some weed up 'just up the road'
just up the road turned into 35 minutes in the car
i kept thinking (in my demented stoned state of mind) that i was looking into the face of my future rapist/ murderer and i kpet hvaing an image of myself dead on the side of the highway wrapped in caution tape with my underwear inside out. (i know, i know, totally stolen from marla in fight club)
i wondered if other girls, right before being lead to their future crime scene, had been thinking the same things i was. if they were wondering how to get out of the car. and so i stopped thinking and demanded he take me back. i guess i yelled at him or something because after he finally did turn around and make a U turn on hawthorne there was a long (or what seemed like a long) silence which he broke by saying, "