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Wednesday, April 03, 2013

Ruthie On The Road, Update--Part Three

I sat on that guardrail, at the edge of Las Vegas, New Mexico and tried to get a ride out of town. But no one stopped.

Finally, late in the day, I threw in the travel towel and accepted the fact that I was not going to get out
that day. The problem was...where would I spend the night?

There were three drunks (all male) who lived under a bridge, nearby. They ended up being my saving
grace.

I sat down on the concrete by the ramp and chatted with them. They gave me a sleeping bag to use, a couple of cheese and baloney sandwiches and a bottle of water. I gave them four triple "A" batteries
that they needed and several hours of my singing voice.

We sang underneath the moon as they slammed cans of Bud Lite back and the night finally passed.

The next day, I brushed my teeth, washed my face, combed my hair and packed my gear.

I walked back up to the ramp and sat down. It was cool and quiet in that early hour of the morning. And I was determined to get a ride out of Las Vegas. That day.

I finally did.

A young man, in a zippy little car, was pulled over right in front of me, by a New Mexico
State cop. I smiled at the young driver and he smiled back. I shrugged my shoulders as the
cop got out of his rig and the young man shrugged back.

The cop eyed both of us and asked me, "You know this guy?"

"Not yet" I replied, with a grin.

The cop put the driver through the standard "license and registration" process and then I
asked the young man if he would give me a ride.

"Sure" he replied with a smile.                                                                                                                                                                                          

And a few minutes later, he and I left Las Vegas, New Mexico behind in its own dust.                                                                                                                                                                                 
Yeehaw,

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Much better. I told you kindness goes over better. Jesus said love everyone, treat them kindly, too. When you're heart is filled with love, others will love you.

Ruth Rader said...

Let's get one thing straight: You are mentally ill and a complete waste of time and space. You spend your time trolling and stalking bloggers like me and do nothing else for anybody.

You stupid idiot.

The only reason that I kept you on the hook for this long was to get as much information as I could about you...which I have.

Now I truly couldn't care less if you ate North Korean shit and died.

Plenty of people love me, you asshole. Which is more than I can say for you.

And what have you done for anybody, lately?

You pretend to "know" me and act like you're "personally involved" with me. WHICH IS WHAT STALKERS DO, YOU LOSER!

You have no idea what I do past what is written in my blog.

Now get your screwed-up head out of your ass and go write messages to your psychiatrist.

Or someday, someone really will pound your skanky ass into the pavement.



Juli Henry said...

Hey Ruthie, your troll actually cleared something up for a lot of us: "Jesus said LOVE everyone"! That must be why we suddenly have so many Christian ministerial pedophiles and other sex offenders! It's all about "liturgical love"! Do ministers do more than "lay people"?

On a more serious note, did you ever find out why this particualr bunch from Reno knew so much about this hotel in the first place, and what else they rent rooms there for? Are people from that church using the hotel in question as a backdrop for something that may be lucrative but unlawful? And if so, does this troll's probation officer have any idea about the different places and IP's link back to him/her, and is this person supposed to be where the hits are coming from? Or is this person supposed to be communicating online with anyone at all? Just questions....that's all. Wouldn't it be a surprise if some of those rooms at the hotel matched backgrounds in pictures that are being studied by the FBI and Interpol over kiddie porn?

Ruth Rader said...

I think even Forrest Gump (sorry, Forrest, I really do love you, buddy) would understand your point, Juli. So should the stalker.

Rule Number ONE when communicating online: NEVER mess with what you really don't know.

Rule Number Two: NEVER piss-off a writer.

Stalker: Consider yourself very clearly warned.