Hitchhiking in 1974, I ended up being dropped off in downtown Chicago. Eighteen years old, long hair and backpack, wandering around trying to figure out how to get out of town when I was approached three times by a guy. He asked what I was doing. I explained I was trying to get out of town in order to start hitchhiking home. He offers to drive me to his house, feed me and put me on the highway. Of course, my gaydar is pinging off the scale. I eventually tell him to FO. I get a train to Gary, walk to the highway and hitchhike home. Two or three years later I’m watching the news and I see this guy being paraded out of jail in shackles, John Wayne Gacy!
Glad you nulled him!
Man, that’s nuts. God obviously had a plan for your life!