Hitch Hiker, He hikes from town to town, not a care in the world.
which ever way the wind blows, very impulsive no need to settle down.
To many sites to see and amazing people to see.odd job hear and their, Bridges is his house of choice, he has no worries he feels
no pain. Hwy is his map they call him a tramp.
Every thing he owns is on his back, hits the missions for showers and grub, out the door journey continues
if you see him as you drive by honk.
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