Saturday, May 23, 2020

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I rode a streetcar to the edge of the city limits, then I started to walk, swinging the old thumb whenever I saw a car coming. I was dressed pretty good - white shirt, brown slacks and sport shoes. I'd had a shower at the railway station and a hair-trim in a barber college, so all in all I looked okay. But no one would stop for me. There'd been a lot of hitchhike robberies in that section, and people just weren't taking chances.

- From After Dark, My Sweet by Jim Thompson

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