When I was growing up my parents would always warn me about the dangers in life.
Today I will be talking to you about hitchhiking.
I like skiing a lot.
So much so I would go to Whistler every weekend for 2 years and stayed with friends.
But on a sunny December morning a friend introduced me to the beautiful world of hitchhiking.
I was sceptical at first, does this guy have a knife?
Does he have a gun?
Is he going to try and rape me?
The first time I was with my buddy a big black SUV pulled up.
What I learned that hitchhiking is great for networking.
We talked to that guy the entire way up to Whistler.
Where he dropped us off and said ‘have fun guys’.
That guy ended up being the CEO of the resort television web link in Whistler.
I lost that card.
After my first time, I was a lot less nervous when I did it.
But sometimes you get comfortable, a little too comfortable and get caught off guard.
So I was getting desperate.
So I said yes sir and I got in.
This guy was absolutely nuts.
Sometimes you gotta trust your instincts and be on your toes.
So I said are you going to rape me?
And he said aw, well now you’ve made it awkward.
And he let me out of the truck.
Cars were going by but I don’t think they could see me.
So I walked until I was somewhere visible and waited.
At this point I started to think, I shoulda just let that guy rape me.
But then an big white 18 wheeler truck pulled up.
My parents always told me to never hitchhike and even more never hitchhike with a trucker.
So I got in.
Almost instantly he asked me, do you smoke weed?
So I said yes in fact, I do smoke weed.
He handed me a big bag of weed and said ‘here roll this’.
The marijuana was going everywhere.
I was getting worried that he might get angry but he was actually pretty nice about it.
So I just went with it.
We turned off the highway up to Whistler and arrived at some sort of trucker gas station.
There was another identical truck waiting there.
The truck stopped and he got out.
‘Sounds good man’.
Act cool act cool act cool.
He sits down in the middle and pulls out 2 marijuana cigarettes.
We smoked them and talked about our trials and tribulations.
I realized that both of these guys were just regular dudes that were actually decent good hearted people.
My imagination was the one that was raping me.
He got out and Dan and I drove to Whistler while James drove back to Vancouver.
I helped him drop off fresh linens at a hotel then he drove me right to my house.
After that experience I realized that not everything my parents had told me growing up was true.
But don’t EVER smoke crack.
