My commute to Oregon has gotten interesting. We’re listening to Metallica together, me and sheriff Rooney, and talking about backpacking. Check cop car off the hitching bucket list!
(Don’t hitch in Nevada. It took ten seconds after I stuck out my thumb to have two cops all over my ass, lights blaring, blocking rush hour traffic, and asking for my ID. What is this cop doing Googling while driving? He’s researching my BUS options for me. Damnit.)