But only a bit
By eight Greg and I were in Truckee. By eleven we were still standing on the hot side of the road trying to hitch a ride to Sierra City.
"HEY!" I yelled maniacally at a VW bus as it whizzed past. We'd been snubbed by at least six of them over the past couple of hours. Not being picked up by those who drove VW buses made me particularly indignant. "Fucking hippies," I said to Greg.
"I thought you were a hippy," he said.
"I am. Kind of. But only a bit."
Cheryl Strayed, Wild
"HEY!" I yelled maniacally at a VW bus as it whizzed past. We'd been snubbed by at least six of them over the past couple of hours. Not being picked up by those who drove VW buses made me particularly indignant. "Fucking hippies," I said to Greg.
"I thought you were a hippy," he said.
"I am. Kind of. But only a bit."
Cheryl Strayed, Wild