TALES OF A SINNER – my life as an EBOOK

FROM: TALES OF A SINNER

We just ran at that point, I figured he wasn’t going to shoot from the driver’s seat, with us being on the street by the passenger side of the truck. We ran into the industrial park till we got to a fence which we climbed over and dropped to the road. We ran for awhile till we found a subway station. We didn’t have any money and jumped the turnstile and ran down to the train platform. Karma is adding these things up right?

We got back to Inwood sometime the next morning and went to my moms’ apartment, she said we could crash there for awhile till we got on our feet and moved on. She’s a keeper my mom.

A few days later after we slept a lot and ate a lot, Terri called her mom and asked if she could come home, her mom said yes of course. So we washed her things and bought some nice clean clothes for her and I took a cab with her to The Bronx. Her mom thanked me for taking care of her little girl and we hung out for a bit.

I went back to Inwood that night alone.

I guessed that we had had our time and I was ready to move on.

We wanted to stay together and we even gave it a good try. We’d meet at bars between her neighborhood and mine, we got together to screw and smoke, but she eventually got into her old dope habits and some time later she just stopped showing up. I guess she was one thing and I was another, what we had on the road was based on the road and nothing else.

I saw her a few years later in a bar, she was coming out of the bathroom, she was so high that when I said” hey Terri how are you”? She looked at me and nodded but she didn’t know who I was. A year after that I met this guy from one of my high schools one night at a party and he told me about this awesome chick he married, her name was Terri; he said she told him how she and this guy hitchhiked across the country for a year. The guy sounded a lot like me and he knew that I had done some hitchhiking as well, he asked me if I was that guy I said “yeah that was me”, he said “cool dude”; she said that was a cool time in her life.

I will say this, it WAS one of the greatest times in my life and I hope you enjoy it the way I did, with out the hangovers and the bad Karma of course.

-Peace

 

Here’s another small taste of the book titled “Tales of a Sinner”

I have been staring into windows for a little more than 17,520 hours now

 

** it’s 1976 – it’s raining tonight – while driving down some Interstate in some god forsaken town – I’m sitting in the front passenger seat of a car that just picked me up while I was hitchhiking – the guy driving is talking about his latest sales call, or something like that,  I don’t even hear them anymore when they talk – I am looking out the window at the passing houses –I always look at the houses – the ones with the lights on, or the ones that have a blue light because they are watching TV. – I always tried to look into the windows, I can never actually see into the windows – it looked safe and warm, it looked like home.-

 I always wanted to have what I could not see, I still do. **

 

Two years or 17,520 hours I spent with total strangers. Doing things that most of us if given the choice would never do. I did them without hesitation and without regret, and while doing these things I was able to be more myself than ever before. I would never see any of these people again, nor would they ever have the opportunity to tell anyone that knew me some of the things that I had done with them. I hitchhiked around the United States; I mean everywhere, anywhere a truck or car could go is where I went. I would just stick out my thumb and sooner or later someone would see me, pull over and open their door for me to come inside. They all thought they were helping me, in a small way they were, but in the end I believe it was me who helped them; if their lives were so great why the “hell” would they pull over and let a total stranger into their car.

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