Picked up a hitchhiker pushing a baby stroller in the middle of the night. He had somehow walked nearly 15 miles from the nearest town, and had at least another 10 to go to the next one.

He gets in the car and he’s clearly homeless and drunk as fuck, but I honestly thought he was gonna die out there on the highway, so I decided to drop him off in the next town despite the possible drama. He was full of wild tales, and would start and stop them with no context whatsoever. The one I remember was when we had been driving quietly for a bit and he suddenly intoned in a mournful voice:

“My mother was Cherokee. She died in the snow.”

Immediately followed up by “you gotta cigarette?”