Oh boy..!

Okay. This seemed to be your life at this point. Your original idea was to hitchhike through America. Pretty stupid idea—maybe, but you’re literally just a girl! and girls wanna have fun, as a wise woman once said.

However. it’s been a week and you’ve only gotten maybe 25 miles from the location you started in.

You’d gotten into 9 different cars. Some families—where the mother threw you out after 10 minutes because of the smell of cigarettes and the incriminatingly short shorts you wore. Some men—where you had to throw yourself out of the car to save yourself. But you simply dusted yourself off and stuck your thumb out once more.

After the 9th car you vowed to yourself you would only get into cars with men age 20-40. Especially slightly pathetic ones. easily impressed, easily gaslighted. One Manchild after another. It would be easier that way.

Little did you know the coming months would be the most eventful ones of your life.