When I reached the house of the last address I then had for the womanfriend who lived in this campus town, however, I was told by one of the women, who still lived there, that my womanfriend had moved out of the house earlier that month. And had gone out of the campus town to visit her parents.
So I then started to walk around town and around the campus during the rest of the day, hoping to bump into somebody else I knew in that town, who might provide a place for me to crash for the night--before I continued hitching on the road back to New York City the next morning. Because--despite still having some of the money the father of the hippie freak had given me on Broad Ripple Avenue in Indianapolis the previous day--I still didn't have enough money to pay for a room for the night at some motel in the campus town.
But I did not bump into anyone I had previously known on the campus during the rest of the daytime; and, by the early evening, most of what I had been given by the hippie freak's father on Broad Ripple Avenue had now been used by me to feed myself. So I sat down for awhile on a sidwalk in the town and said "Spare change? Spare change?" for awhile--like a few of the other white hippie freak youths in the town were also doing.
But the only money I was able to panhandle came from a hip-looking African-American man in his late 30's, who looked like he had some low-level supervisory job related to the building maintenance department at the local university, who handed me a dollar bill as he was walking out of a local restaurant with some white friends, with whom he had just eaten dinner.
So, after about a half hour of panhandling, I headed back to the university's campus to hang out there in the evening. And I assumed that I would end up just spending the warm Fall night on its grass outside--unless a campus security guard noticed me on the grass and ordered to get off the campus, despite me looking like I might be one of the hippie freak university students, if I couldn't produce some okind of student I.D. card.
Surprisingly, though, while I was still hanging out with my large knapsack next to me on the campus, when there were still a lot of students walking around and hanging out there at around 11 p.m., a short, thin,culturally straight-looking grad student with a beard--whom I had never met before--stopped in front of me and asked if I needed a place to crash for the night.
And after I said that I did need a place to crash, the grad student invited me to crash at the off-campus house where he lived and shared with a few other male grad student rommates.
It turned out he was a grad student at the university's law school, who was apparently more into sleeping with other men around his own age than into sleeping with women around his own age, like I then was. So although--when he asked me if I needed a place to crash--I hadn't realized his invitation to crash was apparently based on his interest in spending the night sleeping with me. But after we shared a few joints in his house, it turned out that I ended up in bed with him during the night, during which he came before we both fell asleep.
And after we both awoke in the morning, he left to go to his morning law school class; while I left to get back on the road and try to hitch a ride from the campus town in Michigan, that would take me to the Ohio Turnpike and back east towards New York City.
