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ok, be me.

dude in texas, living in san angelo texas, off in grape greek. I'm coming home late at night after going to anime club on a friday night because that's my group. anyways, I drive back home and stop at a gas station to pick up something to drink, given the most I had that day was maybe a bottle of water.

the moment I stepped out of the car, I was stopped by a man begging for a ride to lubbock texas. offered me 60 bucks.

now before you judge me, I am autistic and kinda stupid. I knew I didn't have anything worth stealing and I had idiotic delusions of whatever badassery I may be able to do if he actually tried anything. most likely could have died in any other scenario.

take the deal after going inside to piss and get soda. let him in and start driving. this would be around the time my phone died.

hour 1 (10:00pm)

the road is quite and calm. the radio is useless given its only tuned into san angelo radio frequencies. kinda silent accept the guy getting religious, calling friends saying that i'm a nice dude for doing this. my ego is feeling nice. more compliments that first hour then i've gotten in a week.

a little chatty and annoying but I deal with it because cash. still dont know where the frick lubbock is.

hour two:

still lost, getting annoyed now. finally explained that his wife dumped him there after an argument, apparently they where there to visit there son, wasn't aware san angelo had a prison but coolio dudeio.

hour 3:

gas is getting low. but manageable, think i'll stop at a gas station. nope, I missed the exit. dude got alittle annoyed but told me there was one up further ahead.

hour 4

no gas station. he admits were lost. im ready to fucking cry because i realize how stupid this entire thing was, guy offers extra twenty to keep going.

hour five.

had to turn around, guy getting extra pissy, told me my driving sucked. found self serve gas station, gave him back the money and told him im sorry. were both sobbing. I sit in my car and panic for a bit.

hour 6:

I make it to another gas station, call my grandparents. no one picks up, gose to bathroom to panic a bit more, im fucking lost in the back roads of texas.

ask for directions, get some decent directions from nice cashier.

apparently my grandparents called back the moment I left.

stop at another gas station to get more directions, then one last one just to make sure Im heading the right way. dude was nice enough to let me look at his phone map for a little.

hour 7:

I finally make it back to san angelo, spend a good amount of time crying tears of utter euphoria as I hear the radio blair the same shitty pop songs, drive down streets, my autistic mind finally associating a clear path home. got home, cried and went to sleep.

I feel like shit about having to drop him off, I just knew I wouldn't be able to find my way back if I actually managed to get to lubbock. am I an asshole?

I feel only a little bit better about giving him the money back but fuck man.

not working for uber