Hour one of a 26 hour train journey. The price and prince of madness. At van nuys. Chatty ham radio operator across aisle.

what in the world

Holy i have no cell axis and am in the mountains and there is a russian

Aspergers in an older gent going 36 hours up the coast. This is what you pay for, this is why you live. Hunting season.

Hipster kid with acne whose girlfriend is excited about Spoon touring thinks that I have a cool shirt. He’s right.

Salinas!

Full onset train based mysticism has set in. I see the hands of the clock and I am the clock and I am the time.

Woke up from a dream where I traveled to imaginary philly bus station to witness soviets filing gorby’s execution notice. Laser printed arial.

In the midst of an epic eleven hour sleep, a 26 hour journey becomes 29.

Where The wild things are