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i bought a train ticket long as my right arm. no busses, no detours.
the train is hellish too, but if i had a friend there, its bearable. so i made friends this time. first friend was some old ass guy, who my gramma was talking to before i boarded. pah and her told him to watch over me. first thing i did, was lose him.
on our first stop, i met Steve. he thought i was engaged (i wear the ring my grama gave me on my wedding ring finger, saves me so much trouble now!)he was wasted and he said he sold all his things to buy a boat to live on in mexico. he had a jack nicholson voice and he tried to tell me to party with him in santa babara before we got home. "you're engaged, im engaged, lets celebrate!"
ha.
i told him if he could convince Anjie Peri for me to party with him in santa barbara, then i'd go. i left her a message.
i bought a million beers cause i hadnt drank since Humboldt. it helped me sleep a lot easier. but it got me into some trouble...
i had the upstairs seats on the train, but on the downstair level, i found the "smoking area"...even though you arent supposed to really smoke on there. the smokers were all smoking out of the exit...which could get you kicked off the train. i was in heaven. we were cutting through mountains, over rivers, through caves and i got to see it all through trains caboose wide open window. beer, and that. perfect. then that guy steve comes down and hes completely wasted. and rowdy.
at some point the doors all close around us and the train stops. the emergency exit opens. im thinking we're in trouble for smoking on the train. at the exit are cops and a cop car. they tell Steve to get off the train. and fucking Steve laughes and shakes his head NO. i was frozen. then they tell him he has 10 seconds to get off the train and starts counting. 1! steve smiles and shakes his head NOPE. 2! steve backs up for every number up to 6 after that, and the cop grabs him by his shirt and yanks him off the train. they tell me to go back to my seat, and i bolt up the stairs and sit down nervous as hell. then i realize steve had all my music, so i tell the girl next to me, who i also had made friends with and she goes and gets it for me cause im embarrassed. the old man, who i lost at the start of the trip comes over and says "i dont like that man, you werent hanging out with him were you?" and i said we were just talking while we were in line for the bathroom (which sadly is what you have to smoke next to is the bathrooms)....gramps had no idea what was going on. then the chick comes back right then, and says "the cops said you need to come identify your music and stuff."
haha
so i do the walk of shame, off the train and go get my shit. and steve is in the car in cuffs going,"hi amburr!". jesus. ahaha.
i guess he was arrested for bringing his own collection of booze and b eing belligerent on the train and scaring some lady with a baby. i had to call anjie back , i left her a message saying not to call the other number, cause that guy was in jail.
the ride was pretty mellow after that. i saw an eagle while eating breakfast in the dining part of the train. i drank. i had no money for food cause i drank. the old man bought me food.
i sat next to this family of sweedes and they ruled. some kid was turning 21 and i overheard his mom saying she'd get him a beer, but they were too expensive, so i got him 1. made friends with everyone. but.
the train was taking so long. i'd wake up in the middle of the night , and it was going 2mph. that. and they had a contract to stop for other trains an hour before the train passed us. there was one point where we were waiting an hour. on top of that the train was 2 hours late to begin with.
some nice feller from newport beach came around asking people if they wanted to chip in for a rental car in sacramento and drive home. the old man sent me off, helped me with my luggage and kissed my cheek and said he loved me. ha! i cashed in my tickets, called my grama in sacramento, and got a ride to the rental place, and got to see my grama again before the trip was through. the guy. john i think. was so nice and socialable, and the enterprise guys threw us a CONVERTABLE for the same price. everything made up for humboldt this time.
i told john whoever shut the convertable top first was a loser at life so we rode all the way home with the top down. he had a girlfriend and he wasnt a creep! so my trip ended with amazing luck and great company.
the train is hellish too, but if i had a friend there, its bearable. so i made friends this time. first friend was some old ass guy, who my gramma was talking to before i boarded. pah and her told him to watch over me. first thing i did, was lose him.
on our first stop, i met Steve. he thought i was engaged (i wear the ring my grama gave me on my wedding ring finger, saves me so much trouble now!)he was wasted and he said he sold all his things to buy a boat to live on in mexico. he had a jack nicholson voice and he tried to tell me to party with him in santa babara before we got home. "you're engaged, im engaged, lets celebrate!"
ha.
i told him if he could convince Anjie Peri for me to party with him in santa barbara, then i'd go. i left her a message.
i bought a million beers cause i hadnt drank since Humboldt. it helped me sleep a lot easier. but it got me into some trouble...
i had the upstairs seats on the train, but on the downstair level, i found the "smoking area"...even though you arent supposed to really smoke on there. the smokers were all smoking out of the exit...which could get you kicked off the train. i was in heaven. we were cutting through mountains, over rivers, through caves and i got to see it all through trains caboose wide open window. beer, and that. perfect. then that guy steve comes down and hes completely wasted. and rowdy.
at some point the doors all close around us and the train stops. the emergency exit opens. im thinking we're in trouble for smoking on the train. at the exit are cops and a cop car. they tell Steve to get off the train. and fucking Steve laughes and shakes his head NO. i was frozen. then they tell him he has 10 seconds to get off the train and starts counting. 1! steve smiles and shakes his head NOPE. 2! steve backs up for every number up to 6 after that, and the cop grabs him by his shirt and yanks him off the train. they tell me to go back to my seat, and i bolt up the stairs and sit down nervous as hell. then i realize steve had all my music, so i tell the girl next to me, who i also had made friends with and she goes and gets it for me cause im embarrassed. the old man, who i lost at the start of the trip comes over and says "i dont like that man, you werent hanging out with him were you?" and i said we were just talking while we were in line for the bathroom (which sadly is what you have to smoke next to is the bathrooms)....gramps had no idea what was going on. then the chick comes back right then, and says "the cops said you need to come identify your music and stuff."
haha
so i do the walk of shame, off the train and go get my shit. and steve is in the car in cuffs going,"hi amburr!". jesus. ahaha.
i guess he was arrested for bringing his own collection of booze and b eing belligerent on the train and scaring some lady with a baby. i had to call anjie back , i left her a message saying not to call the other number, cause that guy was in jail.
the ride was pretty mellow after that. i saw an eagle while eating breakfast in the dining part of the train. i drank. i had no money for food cause i drank. the old man bought me food.
i sat next to this family of sweedes and they ruled. some kid was turning 21 and i overheard his mom saying she'd get him a beer, but they were too expensive, so i got him 1. made friends with everyone. but.
the train was taking so long. i'd wake up in the middle of the night , and it was going 2mph. that. and they had a contract to stop for other trains an hour before the train passed us. there was one point where we were waiting an hour. on top of that the train was 2 hours late to begin with.
some nice feller from newport beach came around asking people if they wanted to chip in for a rental car in sacramento and drive home. the old man sent me off, helped me with my luggage and kissed my cheek and said he loved me. ha! i cashed in my tickets, called my grama in sacramento, and got a ride to the rental place, and got to see my grama again before the trip was through. the guy. john i think. was so nice and socialable, and the enterprise guys threw us a CONVERTABLE for the same price. everything made up for humboldt this time.
i told john whoever shut the convertable top first was a loser at life so we rode all the way home with the top down. he had a girlfriend and he wasnt a creep! so my trip ended with amazing luck and great company.