Most of the time that I lived in Phoenix (the first time) I didn’t have a car. I did have a piece of shit Yamaha for a little while – maybe six months – before that bit the dust. It did beat walking while that lasted, and once I was run over on my bicycle I never had another bike there. Thinking about that now I don’t know why I never got another bicycle. That would have made a lot more sense than walking.
No formal complaint, really.
Or hitchhiking, which caused a few minor adventures on its own. I used to walk the five miles to work most mornings. If I was going in late I could take the bus, but when you start at 5 am the buses only run once at hour, and it was either walk or get to work really really early. Sometimes I would run the 5 miles, but that was only if I was working daylight hours. Running in the dark has never been my thing, but it probably would have been a good idea one morning.
I was walking along in my waiter’s uniform, white shirt, black pants, black jacket – tie in pocket – and trying to speed walk it as I was going to be late. on this occasion I wasn’t even hitch hiking, just trying to make time and a car pulled over and this guy asked me where I was going and if I wanted a ride. I told him a general vicinity of my destination (I wasn’t quite naive enough to say exactly where) and he said hop in. I did. And the blocks started flying by. I was in a better mood and knew I wasn’t going to be late that day.
I was kind of going over my task list in my head and half paying attention to the conversation going on. General sort of thing, what do you do, how long you been doing that, etc. Small talk. And suddenly he says, hey do you want some blow? I looked over and this dude looked wired. I mean he was nervous and twitchy and stuff, and I was dead tired. So I was like, hell yeah, I want some blow and he smiles a little and said, I thought you might. I’m pretty cool and I say, to think I was looking forward to a cup of coffee. He says well this’ll be way better. and we pull into an alley. He says what’s your name? and I told him. He says, I always at least like to know someone’s name.
He reaches over and starts unzipping my fly and caressing my cock. I grab the door handle and jump out of the car. I’m like, “hey man, what the fuck?” he looks confused and I realize he was asking not if I wanted blow, but did I want a blow. He starts apologizing and stuff, and I am just hauling ass. He yells after me, “I’ll just give you a ride to your work, no hard feelings” I know he wasn’t into double entendre but that is funny in retrospect.
I jumped over a short wall and at this point am just thinking I hope this creep doesn’t try to follow me or whatever. I was a bit homophobic in those days. I try to listen a bit more carefully now.
