At last the sun starts rising. Things are finally brightening up. But not for long. Because now I can see the car I stole is pink. Just my luck.

The other folks on the road honk or wave at me. I wave back at them because I can’t think of a better thing to do. I’ve crossed the State line into Indiana. I’m not sure whether this means I have escaped or have become a federal case. But no matter what, I need to lose this hippie car fast.

NOGALES, MI BY HENK HOPMAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 34

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