Going home from Williston to Trenton, North Dakota the other night about dusk, I saw a motorcycle and rider stranded on the side of the road. I pulled over to see if I could be of assistance.
He was just out of gas, so he found a paper cup in the ditch and I gave him some gas from my tank. He asked where I was from and I told him Kentucky. He said wow, I'm from Kentucky too; what city? Lexington. Shit, I'm from Lexington too. Where abouts? Between Burley and American, off Harrodsburg Road. Shit, my house is on Gibson on the other side of Harrodsburg Road there, behind the Thornton's. So we were neighbors. True story.
If there's a cosmic moral to it, it would be that being a good Samaritan can lead to interesting results!
He was just out of gas, so he found a paper cup in the ditch and I gave him some gas from my tank. He asked where I was from and I told him Kentucky. He said wow, I'm from Kentucky too; what city? Lexington. Shit, I'm from Lexington too. Where abouts? Between Burley and American, off Harrodsburg Road. Shit, my house is on Gibson on the other side of Harrodsburg Road there, behind the Thornton's. So we were neighbors. True story.
If there's a cosmic moral to it, it would be that being a good Samaritan can lead to interesting results!