*Flashback continued*
I'm not sure how far I actually make it before the tire completely blows. I spin out of control and crash into the ditch next to the road. It's so early, there's hardly any cars around, so I hop out and make a run for it. I don't have time to explain to police why I'm driving a stolen car.
I go a few miles on foot before I'm just too exhausted to make it any farther. I have no idea where I am or what direction I'm headed in. I'll have to figure that out soon though.
I start to hear the sounds of a busy highway up ahead. I start towards it, ready to hitchhike my way back to Anaheim, but then I remember I look a mess. I'm dirty, my hair is matted up and I probably smell pretty bad too. No one is gonna want to pick me up looking like this.
I sigh and look ar
