RICK TAKES A TRAIN TRIP

(traditional new mexican breakfast)

JAN 5TH, 2010

my last day in jemez springs....
time always goes so fast when i'm here.. i don't want to leave... raymond makes the most amazing breakfast of eggs, bacon, potatoes and prerequisite red chili. raymond is such a good cook- he will make someone a wonderful wife.

on the way down the mountain matt does his best to annoy me one more time as a good-bye present. he goes on a tirade about how easy the natives on the reservation have it, how they get everything for free and are rich beyond belief, how all his hard earned tax dollars pay for the pueblos. finally at my wits end i point out to matt that raymond's family lives on a reservation... his response.. "i didn't mean that reservation." PS- raymond has paid and cooked for matt for the past 2 days... matt doesn't even have a job.


(poltergeist condos where glib neocons live)

we thankfully drop matt off at his poltergeist, looking track condo, GOOD BYE... i have not met someone that dumb and arrogant for awhile, a lethal combination. i am not the type of gay guy that usually says stuff like this, but in matt's case- he is a closet.

we go to south albq in search of a surplus store.. (I want to get my FB a pair of combat boots to wear the next time i fuck him). on the way there along central avenue, we pass a 4 car accident.. this makes raymond nervous.. a few miles later, we hear a thud behind us. "was that a crash?" i say. directly next to us this woman's car has been dented in, on her tail is a guy in a suv which also has damage. before our very eyes, the guy rams the lady in the rear, causing her to veer off the road and tumble into the shrubs of a sonic drive in. she actually almost rolls over, the car completely falls apart! this is another reason why i drive and old car, new cars are made of Styrofoam. we try to copy down the culprits license plate but he is weaving in and out of traffic. raymond is freaked out and wants nothing to do with it.. he keeps saying, "this is why i hate leaving jemez springs!"



a few miles up we encounter another accident! it is crazy.. after leaving the surplus store, (empty handed BTW) we see another major accident up ahead. it is so big we are diverted by the highway patrol. this is so crazy. we have witnessed 4 major accidents within 1/2 hour on one 3 mile stretch of road! as we pass the accident, (6 cars in total) raymond shouts out, "LOOK! that's the car that ran the lady off the road!"

apparently this guy had gone postal and was ramming into random cars up and down central avenue. this last accident was also his last.

perfect time to leave albq.



4:30PM

i say good bye to raymond and am now on the train.
i have dinner with a young kid whom i'll call "albert," because i forgot his name. he's kinda sexy in that innocent 19 year old way. also at our table are a couple of sweet ladies who i initially thought were lesbians, they turn out to be missionaries.. i guess it's kinda the same thing. the four of us have a lively chat. the entire time the train is stationary. we are over one hour delayed. another reason to not recommend train travel.


there is every walk of life on this train! a whole group of amish people, men with beards, women with bonnets. a couple whom are in all black, they look like pilgrims going to a funeral. military guys in their cammies, really fat people with really fat kids, allot of cholos and their kids, bikers, FOPs, (fresh out of prison) students and a random gay. it was hysterical to see this loud/drunk cholo guy wearing headphones, shouting at this horrified amish couple, "IS THIS SEAT TAKEN? IS THIS SEAT TAKEN?" the comb of this cultural clash/climax was sometime i will remember and giggle about for years to come.


9:45pm

bored out of my mind... trying to sleep, which is impossible. couldn't deal with the biker- FOP, (fresh out of prison) passenger next to me so have been spending all of my time in the observation car. reading, blogging, dreaming, you name it.

11:50pm

i'm hanging out with "albert," the kid who shared lunch with me & the missionary ladies. turns out his name is jason. he is strumming his guitar. jason reminds me allot of my old roommate from the early 1990s- anthony. i met him back in 1993 on the street and asked him to model for me. we became friends and he moved in with me for about one year. he was what we used to call a hot heshen. the sweetest guy and surprisingly good looking. last time i saw him was in 2000. he was living in berkley as an apartment manager and got fat.

jason is very interesting for his age- 21- goes to collage in albq and is majoring in physical science, which is basically a degree in PE. he is also a gymnast since age 8, a black belt in karate and he likes yoga. sounds like a well rounded young man. he is interested to visit antebellum. i give him my website and tell him to decide after he checks it out.. i'm curious to see if he comes in... i'm betting that he will.

the conductor gives me an upgrade to a section all to myself! what a doll. he in fact is a doll.. looks like he's a cross between native, black and latino. he's nice & tall- deep shy voice. basically- H-O-T.

JAN 6TH
5:01am

i'm one of the only people who goes to the dinning car for breakfast. what a joke.. all they have is a "continental breakfast" which consists of cereal, soggy cursant,, yogurt in a plastic container and $3 bucks extra for bacon that looks like colored cardboard. the food is awful.. this guy in front of me with two young boys is complaining about everything. he is not happy.. the waitress and conductor do all they can to appease him. they give him free cereal, free milk, offer reimbursements, apologies. one of his boys responds, " they better give us allot of free things daddy, make us a good deal." he is only 6 yrs. old. my they learn young.

8:04am

we're very close to LA, just passed fullerton. the hot/sweet conductor is picking up all the garbage. he gets on his hands & knees and picks up garbage beneath my feet.. i like him even more.



(union station- los angeles)
8:30am

arrive @ UNION STATION, such a beauty of a building.
i shake hands good-bye to the hot conductor and take the redline to my home and open the front door. my two kitties-
PYEWACKETT & SYMPATHY are right where i left them like time has stood still. i am home- I LOVE MY LIFE.

(my white cat- sympathy)