Down the Mountain

Long ago and far away Kadizzle was in Canada.  He was young and he was hitch hiking  across highway one in Canada.  Up early to catch the first ride Kadizzle stood by the highway in Revelstoke,  in the middle of the Canadian Rockies.  It was a warm summer morning when the red Volkswagen Bus pulled up.  Since this was the late sixties the bus was full of hippie looking characters.  Kadizzle go into the van and soon discovered it was an excellent ride. Kadizzle needed to get to Wheeling, West Virginia.  Home was hundreds of miles away and these degenerates were going to Columbus, Ohio, which was pretty close.  Then Kadizzle started to get that feeling you get when Trump is president.  We were going downhill and fast.  Yes, the driver of the van was high on something and was going down the steep mountain grades at a rate that was scaring the hell out of Kadizzle.  It would be difficult to give up a ride that would damn near get Kadizzle home, so Kadizzle suggested to the driver that Kadizzle drive.  Strangely the driver quickly agreed.  So Kadizzle drove, and drove.  Somewhere along the line our crew picked up another hitch hiker.  The guy was pretty annoying and Kadizzle wanted to get rid of him.  Since most of the passengers in the van seemed to be in another world of drug induced stupor Kadizzle told the newcomer the destination was the next town down the road.  Kadizzle had noticed it was a town with a business bypass. This meant Kadizzle could let the guy off on highway one, drive through town and get back on highway one.  This worked and the bus was on its way. 

In the middle of the night the big excitement came.  Kadizzle had been driving all day and late into the night.   At about one in the morning the bunch of people in the box were about to cross the border into the United States.  These were not the kind of people you wanted to do a border crossing with.  With the border crossing a few hundred yards ahead someone in the van said " I sure hope they don't find the drugs".   Never has Kadizzle just about had a heart attack.  Kadizzle was driving someone else's van which was about to get searched for drugs, and the van did have drugs in it somewhere. 

Kadizzle could imagine himself explaining to the border inspectores that he was just a htich hiker.  Ya, sure, ya betcha.  Kadizzle's brain was on fire thinking about court, and jail.  The border patrol people made everyone get out of the van and they searched the van.  Kadizzle had a large back pack with camping equipment.  The border patrol agent told Kadizzle to unscrew the lid on the can of fuel he carried for the stove.  The agent used a flashlight to look into the container.  Oh, my god, if they are going to search like this, they will find the drugs, Kadizzle thought.  After sweating out about sixty pounds the guards at the border waved us across the border.  Still driving Kadizzle asked the head degenerate, " Where did you hide the drugs?".   Mr.  High on something informed Kadizzle the drugs had been placed behind the headlights.  The part of the experience that brought this all to mind this morning was the thought of going down the mountain.  That is the feeling with a total mentally ill president running the country.  If only someone else will drive.