Another snippet from the varied life of Andrew (Who, ME?) Joyce 😱
For my many fans (both of you), here’s another one of my hitchin’ stories. This one took place about a year after my encounter with Harry. If you haven’t read about Harry, you can do so here. This adventure is a bit more lighthearted than Harry’s, but I still manage to screw things up.
I’d been travelin’ up and down California for about six months when I thought I’d check out the action on the beaches. You know, Huntington, Redondo, Manhattan Beach … the usual. It wasn’t long before I caught sight of the surfers. Man, to this eighteen-year-old boy, surfin’ looked really cool. I wanted to try it in the worse way, so I got myself a job washin’ dishes at a local hash house. I was sleepin’ in alleyways and under lifeguard stands because I was workin’ for a board and didn’t want to waste money on…
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