Back when I was 15 I took a trip down to Florida to see a friend in Vero Beach. For me a trip meant hitchhiking and hitchhiking meant backpacking. So brite and early I packed off down I-75 south. Boring boring boring, I made it just south of Toledo. Standing on an entrance ramp with my sign and thumb out, but who should come along, the State Police, Ohio’s finest. My fake ID in hand I wait. The usual where why when and so on until he wantd to search my backpack. Now inside my pack is a large bag of socks and underware, and inside two pairs of my socks were my bag of pot and my small but well used pipe.
Slowly unpacking my pack, unrolling my bed roll and taking out all of my stuff only took 15 minutes. He rifled through my stuff obviously looking for something and when he got to the bag with my under ware and socks he kinda looked sideways at me and asked ” What’s this?” and so I told him it was my socks and under ware, whereas he just gave it a little squeeze and threw it down on the pile of my stuff.
He then told me to be on my way. Now if you have ever traveled across country hitchhiking you know hat it takes quite a while to repack your backpack, some 25-35 minutes.
Well on my way again. boring boring boring. After a nice long ride I’m just south of Cincinnati standing on an entrance ramp when lo and behold. wait for it, another Ohio State Police car rolls up, Ohio’s finest, and after the usual where how when and so on until he wants to search my backpack. He gets a little perturbed when I wonder if the Ohio State police have radios, because just 5 hours earlier another State trooper had requested the exact same thing.
Needless to say, after 15-20 minutes of unpacking my backpack and unrolling my bed roll we finally come to the bag with my cocks and under ware in it when he asked, ” What’s this” and so I told him it was my socks and under ware “, whereas he just gave it a little squeeze and threw on top of the pile of stuff. Then he said I could go. And the moral of the story is no real man wants to fondle the flimsies of another man Bill Tait
p.s. more to come and I did make it to Florida