Crosscountry streets story
In 2003 I used to cruise the main drag of Oceanside California, back when it was still possible to find girls strolling during the daytime. Anyway, one afternoon I picked up this chick, brought her back to my apt for fs. Nothing really unusual about her, in that she seemed sane, or at least as sane as most of the girls I've picked up. In other words, she didn't say or do anything that led me to suspect she had mental problems.
A week or so later I saw this same girl on the streets, and she was obviously, starkly, completely out of her mind. Talking to herself, talking to cars going by, walking erratically. You know what I mean. Was she high? Maybe, but I think more likely that she was someone with mental problems who had gone off meds. The last time I saw her in town she was on a freeway on-ramp (again, this is in Southern California) and absolutely bonkers, the kind of bonkers that, I hoped, would soon get her committed to wherever the hell the gov puts people like this, if they do.
Fast forward to 2 years later. I pull into Richmond, having just driven cross country from California. My mong-tuition, rarely wrong, tells me Jeff Davis might have action. Towards the south end of JD, I stop by a convenience store and this utterly raggedy girl says Hello, to me. It was the same chick! She looked much more together mentally, but the worse for wear physically. She'd somehow travelled from California to Richmond VA. Why? How? What survival skills some of these chicks have in the midst of such self destructive tendencies. Wish I could remember her name, hope she continues to beat the odds. She had dark hair and an unforgetable set of buck teeth.