I am a slight guy, hardly 135 pounds, and short dark hair with pale white skin. My name is Darius, I found myself needing to hitchhike to the next town that was 45 miles away, this was not something I would usually do but had no ride to get home from a party after my friends left early and had gone to a concert, leaving me to fend for myself to get home. It was almost 10 pm as I walked down a long and very dark road, no cars had passed in more than 20 minutes as it was a remote country road. My feet were hurting as I saw headlights coming from behind me, I put my thumb out and turned to see a car slowing and then the red and blue lights came on atop the car, shit, this can’t be good. I thought. The sheriff got out of his car and walked over to me. “Where are you headed and what is your name?” He asked. “Home, and my name is Darius Camp.” I replied. “I live in Dodgeville.” “I am going to pat you down; you have any guns, knives or drugs on you?” He asked as he shined his flashli
By Seth Cybertar