I admit, I'm a compulsive hitchhiker. Yesterday, a day predicted to be cold and wet, M decided to take Frankie and me for a stroll at the world-famous Santa Monica Promenade (known for its weekly farmer's market, cool and diverse dining, shopping, and terrific street performers). Walking was tough, the throng was scary for someone as tiny as me.
Soon, I felt tired and cold and I did something I shouldn't have. I hitched a ride in somebody's shirt, again. Dear furiends, beware, the photos that follow are ones of great violence and not intended for those who scare easily, like me.
At first, Frankie and I were both offered the lift
Were we doing the right thing? I wondered
When it was just me, I started to ponder
How safe was this?
That's when The Chin started to approach me
OMD Now what?
Protect your life. Don't hitchhike!