On a highway junction, you will come across a young hitchhiker named Megan. She will be dressed as a goth - pale skin, dark rat's nest hair, black clothes, leather and metal spikes around her neck. Her breath will reek of alcohol but her mind will be bright, her voice cheery. Her boyfriend is a bassist. She sings lead for his band Filthy Rich Motherfuckers. They call their band this, because they are so fucking poor, she says. She will ask if you like punk rock, and if you have any Sex Pistols CD's. She is hitchhiking to the big city so she can bring socks and flashlights for her homeless friends there. She spent a month in the city with them, sleeping in abandoned train cars and hanging out on the corner of Colfax and Broadway. When asked about the town she lives in, Megan murmurs, "It's full of hicks, all I do all day is drink." She has braces and hates the cold. She learned how to ski when she was two. She goes to parties with people in fur coats. She accidentally spills wine on them. Accidentally. She lives in two trailer parks with great views. "I want to move to San Diego.", she says."It's so nice there, so fucking nice."

Drive on when she moves closer to the road, hands waving, almost blocking your car. Do not give her a ride, do not look her in the eye. Drive on.