Hitchhiker's Guide

Everytime I taste chocolate milk it reminds me of spring day in my teenage years. The day Gary Lynn threw chocolate milk at my car for not picking him up hitchhicking. Gary was one of local characters, a well loved schizophrenic that meant no actual harm.  He lived with his parents until he passed in his early forties. Gary made money by roaming the Island trimming trees, but he didn't have a car. So Gary would hitchhike around the island with his chainsaw or ax.  Besides being woefully intimidating looking, the truth is I never stopped to pick him up for fear he might get chainsaw oil on my oarnge crushed velour seats.