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Ω(I think for a while instead of hiding rants on other pages or trying to address current events with a shotgun or getting that crucial first scene written for Beggars Ride, I'm gonna do hitchiking episodes, or, more accurately, hitchiking tableaux.
So Fellini was one.
So in, mmm, '77? 78? I was coming back from the East Coast on the southern line, through Georgia and down the Natchez Trace and on through Loozianne and Houston to a corral outside Ft. Worth where I spent the night sleeping rough in the creatureless but still redolent dirt of Texas.
The next morning I walked the couple hundred yards back to I-10. And after a scant few thumb-indicative moments a truck stopped.
Full-on semi. One trailer. Big ol' sign on the side, all perfect minimalist elegance and accuracy. Red letters of course.
Said, "ACME NOVELTY CO."
Verdad. 'S'true.}