Back in the seventies I was with a madman...
I'll never forget this day as long as I live. I don't even remember
his real name but his nickname was "whitey". Whitey was a crazy
fucker, although I had no idea to the extent.
We both were pretty buzzed and saw a hitcher looking, so whitey
pulls over and says "hop on in". I move to the back seat and let the
hitcher ride up front, we wern't even hardly back up to speed when
the hitcher asked "if we could spare some dough". Whitey looked
back at me as if to say "who the hell does this fucker think he is".
This is where things got weird... Whitey being the redneck he is said
"if your dick is bigger than mine i'll give ya ten bucks" whitey asked
"if I wanted in on this"... I said "forget that shit" or some such. So
whitey says "well, lets see what ya got". So the hitcher starts pulling
his junk out and whitey hits him square in the jaw. He said
"you dumb fucking faggot" the next thing I knew whitey was pulling over
to the side of the road and he kicked the hitcher literally out of the
car, then spun out leaving the hitcher rolling around on the ground.
I looked back and he wasn't getting up right away. About a mile
down the road whitey pulled over and told me to get up front. There
was blood in the front seat and I used an old news paper to put over
it. I didn't ask where it came from *I was scared but I was trying
not to show it* and acted like nothing had happened.
I was relieved to get home and from that day forward I avoided ole
whitey like the plague...
to answer the question... I used to... but don't anymore
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