Besties And Jake Brakes
“Hitchhiking was electrifying, not dangerous, with him behind the wheel, two best friends, one ride they’ll never forget.”
My best friend and I bought the tickets months ago, despite having no real plan for how we’d get there. Neither of us had a car, and no one in our country-music-obsessed town shared our taste, or was going. Legal adults or not, it was a school night, which meant asking our parents was off-limits. So, we dusted off the classic I’ll be at my bestie’s house studying excuse. Every dollar we had went to the tickets. Uber was a...