OFF THE STREETS

Biloxi, Mississippi December 10, 2006
Went to Home Depot early n the am with my favorite sign 'WORK NEEDED NO HANDOUTS' Turned down job of unloading roofing shingles w bunch of Mexicans by just shaking my head no.....two old transienr crack heads from Tulsa walkewd up and asked me about the work situation and smoked a dooby with me before Bob Needham Remodeling & Construction pulled up to ask m e if I could do commericial painting

Oxford Town

November 7, 2006 Oxford, Mississippi
I have to get out of this law library to see the town tommorrow after this rain subsides......camped out near walmart actually 100 yards from the front door on a hill overlooking the whole area. beautiful upscale cosmopolital little town with no transients presumably because the interstae is 20 miles from here. This time year is real pretty with the tree turning and I can see why William Faulkner loved this place so...people are real nice more later

kicked out of digihitch for hitch hiking & Homos story

I didnt get kicked out just had my story deleted. Homos are a major determent to hitch hiking and am surprised to hear it is not politically correct to speak about it or call them homos...To hell with'em I say! I still don't like homos! Still at Ole Miss law Lib. Raining like hell turning in early....lot more to post just havent got around to it....

Hitchhiking & Homos

         

 

 

          WHEN I WAS ABOUT nineteen I got picked up hitchhiking by a homosexual man at this very exit (I wrote this sitting on the side of the road on the Mississippi Alabama line); I never seemed to wait very long for rides back then when I was young and this guy stopped in a brand new '76-77 Chevy Monte Carlo with aan utomatic on the floor. He was going to Florida and so was I. I remember it was a beautiful summer night about seven pm and being in this beautiful new car with everything shinny and new, it was light green with tinted T-tops and we were cruising a long just fine when one of the worst hitchhiking experiences of my life happened...
           WE HAD JUST crossed the Florida line maybe 50 miles east of here when right out of the blue this middle-aged professional looking guy puts his hand on my leg and says;

“I want to suck your cock!”

          I’M NOT SURE what I was thinking at the time, I’m guessing I wanted out of there in a sudden hurry and I grabbed that damned T-handled shifter on the console and slammed it all the way forward into Park!   The back tires locked up and we started sliding sideways first one way then the other and I’ll never forget the look of utter shock on that dudes face as we was sliding down the interstate sideways doing seventy-five miles an hour when the back tires hit the grass and a small decline we started rolling...

          I MUST HAVE got knocked out because the next thing I remember I was picking my stuff up off the grass that was strung about 50 feet in a straight line that had come out of my now busted backpack when a big State Trooper who appeared out of nowhere said,

 “What the hell happened here?”

 

         I POINTED DOWN to the now severly disheveled man with his shirt tail hanging out his hair all messed up scratching his head with one hand and his ass with the other walking around his now totally totaled brand new car laying upside down in the middle of the interstate, and said,

 

“That son of a bitch tried to grab my cock and I slammed the thing in Park!”

 

         He looked over at the man and I could see anger come over his face and said, “I’ll take care of this!” I finished grabbing my things and bundled them all together and started up the on ramp and he stomped off towards the guy....Now when ever I get picked up by some queer I tell’em that story and the ride usually ends shortly after that....

 

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 9:50 AM 11/24/2014

 

Asian & Lonely by Mark Anthony Given

 



            DATELINE MONROE, LOUISIANA October 30, 2006 (This story is out of order but I got to get it down while I’m still shit’n my pants!) Two crazy kids picked me up just south of Jackson, Mississippi about 10 am and took me on the ride of my life. The driver a crazy bastard named ASIAN busted right out laughing when I said “You look fuck’n Asian!” After he told me his name. “I’m half Korean and half something else, I forget”...and handed me a fat blunt as soon as I got in the car. The passenger, some squirley little fucker named Lonely I think, I couldn’t see him too good sitting behind him with my bag next to me. “I hear Koreans eat dogs” I said, laughing...Asian, says...”You fuck’n right! I ate my neighbor’s dog after he bit my little sister a few months ago! No shit put some BBQ sauce on that bad boy and called the relatives over for a real chow down!” “Your fuck’n kidding me?” “No I’m not.”

       THESE TWO CRAZY bastards were so messed up they was supposed to drop me off in Jackson when they turned off of I-55 to go west on I-40 but somehow got us lost in downtown Jackson, Mississippi in broad daylight. We were driving around in circles lost when right out of the blue the crazy ASIAN bastard says. “This looks like a great place for a “drive-by-slapping”. What the hell is that I’m thinking, when this little Lonely fucker rolls the window down hangs half out the car while its moving and bitch slaps some business man waiting cross the street in downtown Jackson!  Oh Shit!      FOR NO APPARENT REASON ASIAN stomps on the gas and were flying thru rush hour traffic and just when I thought we were almost back to normal I hear police sirens and see flashing blue lights coming from behind us. This crazy ASIAN bastard stomps on it again and were weaving in and out of traffic and when we come to a red light with cars ahead of already stopped; we were going too fast and he slams on the breaks and I remember going thru a busy intersection sliding sideways going the wrong way on the highway!!         This crazy bastard was driving like Mario Andretti weaving thru traffic, crossing the center lane into oncoming traffic going nearly hundred miles an hour when he slams on the brakes and eases into a Chevron station next to the on ramp of the interstate and pulls around back just as a whole flank of state police, city police, sheriff’s office blow right by us....he never even comes to a stop and eases on to the highway and on to the on ramp heading 40 west like we was supposed to be going, driving like my grandfather does..

        I was too scared to get out of the car and wound up going hundred miles out of my way and they dropped me off at the worst exit ever in START, LOUISIANA with nothing but cops and prisons vans getting on the highway. Took me seven hours to get a ride out there!! The two crazy bastards were supposed to go to this web blog site and stay in touch but I never heard from them!

 

 

Oldest Trick in the Book

Same on ramp halfway between nashville and huntsville; two kids in a little white pickup truck withone hanging out the passenger door motioning for me to come on and then drove 100 yards up the on ramp and stopped. Felt like the oldest trick in the book to get me to run up there and then take off on me so I blew them off by not turning around and ignoring them...some old drunk who had walked passed me and was passed out crawled in the back of there truck throwing is shit in there followed by a couple of hot beers and jumped in....

Nashville, Tenn 102 FM the Buzz

Best radio station so far. Two "Flag-flyers" (people who stand out side walmart with signs begging for money) picked me up and drove me a little out of there way to keep me from having to walk thru Nashville, got me good and high and dropped me at a perfect on ramp at 10 am in perfect weather. AC Technician haulin ass gave me a ride 20 miles to another perfect on ramp. Got blown-off the "perfect " on ramp by state trooper doing 70 miles an hour by tapping his horn at me as he went by probaly because im up to far on the on ramp. walked to a truck stop and washed my t-shirt in the sink and took a bird bath. sitting in front of Love's Truck stop by a grave yard drinking coffee. sun be down in a few minutes. having the best trip Ive had in a while. Ive hitch hiked accross country at least 6 times east and west and north and south...whole atmosphere here in the south has changed to defcon 5 completely different vibe from the northwest...everyones hauling ass in a hurry trying to get in front of the guy ahead of them.....listening to Jullian lennpn on NPR said something about the magical friendly fire tour. depressing ass music but graet lyrics.

Jake Brakes Dog Shit & Deisel

Camped right next to the Flying J and had to keep my headphones on to get to sleep. 8 am on the road at the same spot as last nightw/pack and sign on side of the road leaning against a reflector. walked into that truck stop this morning a poured me a giant cup of coffee with 6 guys crawling all over the coffee machine and walked into the bathroom and from there outside. had o dry my tent under the hand dryer in mens room to save an hour waiting for the sun to come up.. Traffic blowing by listening to NPR.

Russian trucker

Flying J 29 miles west of Nashville. Russian trucker from Pasadena CA hauling clothes to NJ finnaly got a ride out of that place 400 miles out of my way to avoid Memphis; gonna start heading south on I-59. Sun just went down over the tree line lots of traffic while I lay on my back writing this with my bag on side of road with sign. Terrified of getting hit by a car. swiped big bag of trail mix from truck stop (wouldnt take my EBT card) exit 182 Montgomery Bell state park exit. big wood spider just crawled on me telling me its time to get out of this grass. staying out til dark. Went by lorretta Lynns Dude Ranch. 72 degrees low tonight of 60, more nice weather on tap. Still feeling totally excellent (Gunman enters one room Amish school house in PA and kills 5 little girls this date) getting dark fast gonna find a place to camp.

West Memphis

First Monday in October 10-02-06 Same exit. Camped just before dark 8-9 hours rest and feel great. Beatiful weather listening to NPR on the road @ 7:45 am doing a double shot of Taster Choice..I never have any food with me I'd rather stay hungry and lose weight after spending the summer in front of a computer 8 hours a day and camping in the Helena National Forrest in Montana and sppending my days at the best public law library in the world....
12:30 pm same exit 7 hours just turned down another ride to downtown Memphis..looked like a Dr. with a green smock on. Another big cup of coffe; which reminds me; kinda bad form to get in a big truck haulin ass 600 miles and you need to piss....bad. More trucks than ever. Fedex trucks times 5. Lots of traffick gettin up to 89-90 degrees just jammin on my headphones (classical) Not one state trooper or sheriff. unbebelievable amount of trucks on interstate 40 smack in the middle of the country the skys are pretty powder blue criss-crossed with vapor trails from cross continent commercial airliners. very little four wheeler traffic at this exit. Oh, I am at the Shell Lake exit 25 west of memphis. Misssed one ride early this morning when I didnt see the tractor trailer pulled over for me unti it was to late.

hitchhiking Interstate 40

%:09 WEST Memphis Interstae 40 25 miles west of Memphis Flying J. Trucker (50 Santa Clause lookin from Wisconsin haulin Domino's Pizza dough to Dallas Texas gave me a free shower credit talked me into going 25 miles out of my way to avoing getting dropped off in downtown Memphis... kinda bust truck stop..turned down two rides wanted to drop me off in the middle of Memphis...been there and done that and aint doing it again...just mad a "Gulf Coast" sign 88 degrees 2 hours of sun left...good camping if need be...getting hungry..

Hitchhiking from montana

CAPE GIRARDEAU, MO Exit 91 Jason Johnson, Moondance Transportation Milaca, MN 56353 763-772-5767 (he gave me a pen with all this on it) left me off at one of the worst (best?) exits ever. rather disappointing knowing I could be standing at a Flying J on ramp is a lot faster but I know time dosen't matter anyway...longer the wait the better the ride!!!

Hitchhiking montana to mississippi

10-01-06 St. Mary, MO. 500 mile ride after a couple of false starts; tatooed old man on way to casino at Iowa-MN line...Left Mitchell, SD after a ride with a fat Ohio truck driver coming from Shelby, MT with no load; said he took switches up there. Looked like 300 pounds over weight and the last thing he said to me when I was climbing out of the cab of his truck; I'm hungry, I gotta get something to eat...

Mitchell, South Dakota South Bound & Down

               Hitchhiking is not a sport. It is not an art. It certainly isn't work, 

for it requires no particular ability not does it produce anything of value. 

It's an adventure, I suppose, but a shallow ignoble adventure.

(Tom Robbins, "Even Cowgirls Get the Blues")

         Mitchell, South Dakota

 Camped next to the Walmart 

nice and quite although in plain view of the highway but little traffic.  Two nights ago in Rapid City, SD 

I camped on a little hill overlooking a Flying J 

truck stop.    Just bought two packs of Taster's Choice coffee and doing a double shot while I break camp which takes all of 15 minutes. 

 Sunshine and blue sky.

South bound and down...

North Dakota Grain Elevator Inspector

Homeless In Heaven
6PM Mitchell, SD 150 miles to MN Rode with a USDA Grain elevator inspector Marc something. Loved my http://cowboycabbage.blogspot.com idea and fear he may have swiped it...looking at a Walmart Super Center and call it a day I think....

Walmart Siders

Homeless In Heaven
Trying to catch up where I left off (I have about 20 rides to post); Rapid City, SD 9/29/06 8:55am Wound up walking about to 1st exit at Buffalo/Ucross-swiped two cookies and got new water. Two "siders" gave me a ride 2 hours to here. Camped here-perfect weather. One other ride; 60 year old smelled of whiskey drywaller had a $1,500 87 Jeep 115K miles needed someone to drive to Denver for him; blew him off I ain't going to Denver or Colorado and was driving 50 miles to cash a $700 check he got. Dude in front of me at the Albertson's Foods left his check book on the counter in front of me and I called him back to get, everyone in line looked slightly amazed...

Homeless In Heaven

Homeless In Heaven Gainesville, Florida Universtity of Florida Law school computers are stripped of the features I need the most and I have tons to post here. Beaituful town though....

Homeless In Heaven

Homeless In Heaven
I live simply and peacefully so I can write savagely. Flaubert

Habeas Corpus Winners

Habeas Corpus Winners
Gainsville, Florida lot to post but having computer problems

In Tallahasse, Florida updates soon

Be updating this blog soon. markamania2002@yahoo.com

Rapid City, South Dakoda

9/29/06 8:55 am 

 RAPID CITY, SD

Wound up walking to 1st exit 

BUFFALO UCROSS 

South Dakota 

 Swiped a pack of cookies and got fresh water at a convenience store....

And they watched me like I was fix'n to steal something...

Two "Siders" (Aluminum siding installers) 

gave me a ride 

two hours to here in a Ford cargo van he had just bought for $1200. 

 Camped on a small hill overlooking a 

Flying J Truck stop...

perfect weather.

Hitch hiking from Helena, Montana to Biloxi, Mississippi

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When you ain't got nowhere to go you just keep going....

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9-26-07 HELENA, MONTANA Journey begins at 2:20 pm

BILLINGS, MONTANA 9-27-07 jumped out of an 'old loggers pickup truck after he pissed me off at Boulder River, Montana just south of Big Timber, Montana.   A "Pinger" picked me up after walking nearly four miles.  Said he was stationed at Keesler AFB in Biloxi and described how a small electrical device he trained on was why they Air Force recruits in Biloxi) were known as "Pingers." I told him I thought it was because they all had bald heads and your first thought on seeing them (always in groups) was to "Ping" them on their heads.   Never got on the ramp good when a guy hauling used oil from oil change shops gave me a ride all the way to the east side of Billings, Montana to a Flying-J and turned me on to a small bud.  First pot I had smoked in months. Told me he made extra $500 a week from stations paying him to pick up their used oil because they did not know his company would pay them to pick it up because they turn it into heating oil.  Showed me a whole wad of money and went on and on about how great he had it....
      Never even went inside the Flying J and waited and hour before going to the other side of the interstate to camp because it was quieter.  Camped on a small hill overlooking the entrance ramp in full view of everyone and got woke up at 2 am by loud:

"SHERIFF's OFFICE,

LET ME SEE YOUR HANDS!!" 

Cop asked for my ID and I told him I didn't have any and gave him a phony name and told him I didn't know my social security number. I have a minor misdemeanor warrant that only appears in Montana.  He wrote it down and left when he seen I wasn't a drunk.  Went back to sleep.  Trucker picked me up hauling a portable saw mill going to Caper/Sheridan, Wyoming.  Dude was chewing Red Man chewing tobacco and loved my Cowboy cabbage idea (I chew fresh Parsley I started to quit dipping SKOAL and Copenhagen instead of tobacco). Could have rode another 100 miles with him but 'aint going near Colorado or Wyoming and am at the Interstate 90 west and Interstate 25 South turnoff. Very little traffic but beautiful day out in the middle of nowhere....
12:21 pm
 Gonna need some luck getting outta here...

That's exactly what it looked like....

Helena, Montana to Biloxi, Mississippi took (11) eleven days hitch-hiking:  i don't hitchhike at night..

Biloxi, Mississippi Meltdown

October 17, 2006 Second night of pouring rain....woke up in 4 inches of water with everything soaking wet; even my journal and radio/headphones. Everything drying out I hope. Gonna post my journal here of my hitch-hiking adventure from Montana which lasted 11 days and recorded every ride. I have always said living on the street is 95 percent wonderful and 5 % misery. The 5% kicked in two days ago. More later