Hughie decides to wash his Econoline in the Goofy parking lot

That's what Chuck told us when we finally got back to Peterpatch after splitting off from the main group of disgruntled March breakers in Dulltona. Abe, Chuck and Hughie made a terrible threesome since C and A harboured homicidal thougths toward Hughie. I shudder to think of the long ride home.

We fared a lot better, and I got a lifetime worth of stories from the 3 days it took us to hitch from Florida to Ontario. There was our visit to a bar in the blackest part of DC; a bar which favoured rough lesbians for clients. Oh yeah, male cross-dressers were big in there too. We had a great assortment of rides. Ed, the mechanic from Joizy regaled us with what he would like to do around NYC. Take a .22 into the subway and "kill just one niggah a day. No way they's ever gonna catch me!". Riding through South Carolina in the wee hours Ed told us of his hatred for black cops, and to make a long story short, Ed had to make a U-turn across the median of I-95. Of course we were pulled over by the biggest black cop we had ever seen. Ed just sighed "just my fuckin luck...". We got off real easy, the friendly officer just asked Ed to show him his open wallet. He took $60 and left Ed enough gas money for the drive home. Since my Hugh wanted to stop in some small town in Virginia to see the love of his young life, we were let out on I-95 near DC. Since it soon became obvious that Libby had no interest in seeing Hugh, we decided to hang around with Libby's friends, a nice bunch of black folks who took an immediate liking to me since they could call me Whitey anytime they wanted to.