This is a tale told to me by an old friend of his hitchhiking adventures in the 1970s and how he became first infected, then thoroughly recycled by the spirit of America.
It is a story of latter-day pioneers and perhaps some of the last of the beatniks, disciples of Jack Kerouac, who said an unequivocal yes to everything in their quest to go Furthur, a roving band of hungry pranksters – opportunistic, alert, friendly, approachable, scruffy philosophers