Richard was only going shortly south of the city and suggested where he let me off would be a better place to hitch a ride since I would be past the congestion in the middle of Knoxville. I could see the logic off seeking a ride where all the drivers would certainly be headed in the same direction as me. Before we had left the city limits Richard made an offer that seemed bizarre. After asking me if I ever tried heroin and receiving a negative response, he offered to turn me on to some provided I pay for my dose and his. Immediately that stuck me as a strange form of sharing. I was familiar with offering to share what I had, but was not at all versed in offering to share what I did not have. Quickly I deduced that I would not like to venture down a path that leads to such twisted logic. I declined the offer. Richard admonished, “Too bad, You would enjoy it. It’s really good stuff and I know where to get it.” I refused to budge and offered the excuse,
“I am really in a hurry to get to Florida.” He did not persist, but drove me to the spot he had told me about some thirty miles south of Knoxville. He let me off with a suggestion, “If you get to Gainesville, check out the mushrooms. They grow in cow shit, are totally free and really get you off.” I thanked Richard for the ride and stored the information he just imparted in the back of my brain. It was to take me almost two weeks to reach Gainesville and retrieve that knowledge.