You Hitchhike by Atheist Shrine
It is the summit of a unbearably hot summer and things just keep getting fucked up. All you can think about is how your car sputtered and ran out of gas and you coasted off the road allowing your car joined the ever growing line of abandoned vehicles. People could no longer afford the fifteen dollar a gallon prices so these roadside junkyard kept popping up everywhere. It seems the choices are slim now. You can no longer afford to drive and eat. Hell , even if you didn't eat you still couldn't afford to drive. So... ...you have your thumb out. No one wants to waste the gas to stop and pick you up. You don't fit the average profile for the Loyal for Oil. You stand there for an hour or two getting bored and pissed off. In your pocket is your last tab of Mad 3, and a shard of Black sunshine, both powerful hallucinogens capable of changing reality itself. Dangerous drugs. The occasional car goes by, the driver ignoring you or staring with contempt. Should you take it, as part of a neo-neo-shamanistic journey? 