Late that night we got a ride, a truck driver, hurrying through the
mountains to get out of the
State of Virginia, where he had gotten 9 speeding tickets. I crawled up in
back of the cab and
slept more or less, while Sonya took pills with the driver and chatted the
night away. He gave
us some to take along, white cross benzedrine it looked like, but we lost
them next morning
while making it, rolling around in the tall grass next to the highway, after
bringing up the idea
while singing why don't we do it in the road. No one will be watching us. No
one did.