Back in my 70's hitchhiking days I was passing through Louisiana. Rides were scarce in that state and it became dark and I found myself stuck in Bogalusa... which I heard on the road was a rough dangerous town. I also heard on previous rides that I should watch my back because people hated long haired hippies... and they hated yankees. Realizing I was in for a long night in Bogalusa... I did what any experienced wise hitchhiker would do... I found the Bogalusa cemetery and laid down behind the back row for the night. I slept safely snuggled up to a tombstone for a pillow all night long. Moved on next day... until I crossed over into Mississippi... when I met even worse trouble on the road.
Moral of the story... a good night's sleep lies within the eye of the beholder
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