RICK'S TRAIN TRIP- 2017

TRAIN TRIP- 2017

6/6/17- 10:06AM

HALLO DOLLS!

I AM ON THE PACIFIC COAST STARLIGHT AT UNION SATION.

MY FINAL DESTINATION IS THE RUSSIAN RIVER IN BEAUTIFUL SONOMA COUNTY.

FILMMAKER RYAN WHITE HAS INVITED ME TO STAY AT HIS CABIN RETREAT.

I HAVEN’T BEEN TO THE RUSSIAN RIVER SINCE THE 80S- 

WHEN IT WAS GAY AS A BLADE.

RYAN POSTED PHOTOS OF FLOODING DURING THE WINTER AND ADVISED ME TO WAIT UNTIL SUMMER FOR MY VISIT.  
SO NOW I’M WARING TO GO!

10:18AM

WE’RE STILL SITTING AT UNION STATION. THE TRAIN WAS SUPPOSED TO LEAVE AT 10:10AM, BUT THERE’S A DELAY. WE HAVE TO WAIT FOR ANOTHER TRAIN TO ARRIVE WITH TRANSFER PASSENGERS.

I LOVE TAKING THE TRAIN IN THE 21ST CENTURY. IT’S A NICE STEP BACK IN TIME, ALLOWS YOU TO SLOW DOWN AND TAKE IN LIFE. I HAVEN’T FLOWN IN 10 YEARS, AND HOPE TO NEVER HAVE TO. I CAN'T DEAL WITH THE STRESS OF TSA SECURITY AND ALL THE ADDED EXPENSESE OF MODERN DAY AIR TRAVEL. NOT TO MENTION THE RECENT TREND OF BEATING UP PASSENGERS.
 IF I’M EVERY REQUIRED TO TRAVEL ABROAD I’LL LOOK INTO A LUXURY LINER.

FOR ME THE TRAIN IS THE WAY TO GO. IT’S REASONABLY PRICED, (UNLESS YOU GET A SLEEP CAR- WHICH I DON’T RECOMMEND) COMFORTABLE, AND BEAUTIFUL VIEWS. THE ONLY DRAW BACKS ARE UNRELIABLE SCHEDULES, AND FELLOW TRAVELERS CAN BE ON THE HARD CORE SIDE… IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. PICTURE AN URBAN CITY BUS ON TRACKS.

10:24AM

STILL WAITING…..

10:35AM- 

WE’RE OFF.... HERE WE GO! LEAVING L.A. IS SO SAD. DOWNTOWN IS URBAN  BLEAKNESS. I’VE THOUGHT THIS SINCE I WAS A KID. I REMEMBER DRIVING WITH MY PARENTS ON THE 101 FWY, AS WE HIT DOWNTOWN I WOULD FEEL SADNESS.
 IT SEEMED SO COLD. I STILL FEEL THAT TODAY.

10:44AM

THE CONDUCTOR IS CHECKING TICKETS. I’M VERY ORGANIZED, SO NO PROBLEM, BUT THE GUY IN FRONT OF ME IS HAVING A HARD TIME. HE’S A MIDDLE AGE HESSEN GUY WITH TWEEKER TENDENCIES.

APPARENTLY HE BOOKED A TRIP THIS MORNING FROM NEEDLES CA. HE HAS NO TICKET, NO RECEIPT. HE CLAIMS TO HAVE BOOKED ONLINE. THE CONDUCTOR DOESN’T BUY HIS STORY, BUT IS POLITE.. ALL HE HAS IS A RESERVATION NUMBER. ACCORDING TO HIS RESERVATION, HE'S SUPPOSED TO TAKE THE BUS TO FRESNO, THEN CATCH A TRAIN TO OAKLAND. INSTEAD HE TOOK THE TRAIN FROM NEEDLES TO UNION STATION AND JUMPED ON THIS TRAIN- WHICH GOES UP THE COAST IN A BEAUTIFUL WAY.

HE CLAIMS THE CONDUCTOR ON THE PLATFORM DIRECTED HIM TO THIS TRAIN, WHICH I CAN BELIEVE. THEY TEND TO BE VAGUE. 

WHAT I DON’T BUY, (AND NEITHER DOES THE CONDUCTOR) IS ALL HIS EXCUSES. HE SAYS HIS MOM BOUGHT THE TICKET, (HE IS NOT A KID
)HE SAYS HE HAS NO CELL PHONE, (WHO IN 2017 DOESN’T HAVE A CELL PHONE?) HE SAYS HE HAS NO CASH OR CREDIT CARD, (AN ADULT WITH NO CASH OR CC?)

WHAT I CAN SAY TO HIM IS- DUDE YOU ARE IN A PICKLE.

THE CONDUCTOR ADVISES HIM TO GET OFF AT THE NEXT STOP AND SORT IT OUT. 

AFTER THE CONDUCTOR LEAVES THE TWEEKY HESSEN GUY IS FREAKING OUT.. HE STANDS UP CURSING. WALKS ONE WAY, THEN THE OTHER. HE LEAVES. 
I CAN GUARANTEE HE WILL BE IN THE OBSERVATION DECK UNTIL WE GET TO OAKLAND. (THAT’S WHERE PEOPLE STAY WHEN THEY DON’T LIKE THEIR SEATS.. OR ARE STOWAWAYS)

10:56AM

DEAR READERS THIS IS THE LANDSCAPE OF MY TRAIN RIDE- 
TO THE LEFT OF ME IS A MIDDLE-AGE COUPLE.  THEY ARE DRESSED COMFORTABLY. LIKE READY FOR BED. THEY’VE BROUGHT MANY SNACKS TO MUNCH ON. IN FRONT OF THEM ARE TWO FULL-FIGURED BLACK GIRLS. THEY BOTH HAVE HEADSETS. 
THEY ARE THE TYPE THAT LAUGH ALLOT AND WOULD SAY, “GIRL!” 
RIGHT NOW THEY ARE VERY QUIET. EVERYONE IS QUIET INCLUDING ME. 
IT’S AN OVERCAST DAY, SOMEHOW THE ENERGY IS LOW. 
WE’LL SEE WHAT HAPPENS AT LUNCHTIME.

IN FRONT OF ME IS A LARGE BLACK GUY WITH A SKI-TYPE BEENIE. 
IT HAS A POM-POM ON TOP. DIDN’T THIS SHIT GO OUT OF STYLE IN THE 80S? UNLESS YOU’RE A LITTLE KID. NEXT TO HIM IS THE TWEEKY HESSEN STOWAWAY.  HE’S VERY NERVOUS, KEEPS LEAVING AND COMING BACK… 
I HOPE HE STAYS CHILL.

11:06AM

JUST LEFT VAN NUYS STATION. WHAT A PIT!
 THE PEOPLE ON THE PLATFORM SAYS IT ALL....
 HANDICAPPED. OVERWEIGHT. ILL - ATTIRED. PETS… 
BROKEN LEGS, ARMS, ANYTHING IN A SPLINT.
 I TRY TO TAKE A PHOTO. THIS GUY ON THE PLATFORM GIVES ME THE FINGER.

11:09AM

THE DINER CAR CONDUCTOR- “EGGIE” IS MAKING ANNOUNCEMENTS FOR FOOD. HE’S DESCRIBING THE MENU… IT SOUNDS AWFUL. 
I’M SO GLAD I BROUGHT MY OWN.

11:15AM

EVEN THOUGH I HAVE A SECTION TO MYSELF, (THIS IS VERY RARE), I’VE MOVED TO THE OBSERVATION CAR. THE TWEEKER GUY IN FRONT OF ME HAS BAD ENERGY. 

THIS IS THE SCENE IN THE OBSERVATION CAR-

BEHIND ME IS A FAMILY OF FOUR. THE MOM- LOOKS LIKE SHE’S LATIN OR INTERRACIAL. THE DAD LOOKS TO BE CAUCASIAN OR LATIN. THEIR LITTLE GIRL- ABOUT 8YRS OLDISH IS CUTE AS A BUTTON. SHE LOOKS MORE ETHNIC. 
THE SON- ABOUT 15-16- IS A DOLL..  HE WILL BE A LADY KILLER, IF HE ISN’T ALREADY. HE ALSO LOOKS MORE ETHNIC THAN HIS PARENTS.

WHEN I WAS YOUNGER, I LOOKED MORE ETHNIC THAN MY PARENTS. I STILL DO. THEY’VE PASSED FOR WHITE MANY TIMES. I NEVER HAVE.

 SOMETIMES PEOPLE THINK I’M JEWISH.

IN FRONT OF ME ARE TWO BOOTHS OF SENIOR BIKERS- AS IN BICYCLES. 

THEIR'S ABOUT SEVEN OF THEM. THEY’VE CHECKED THE BIKES IN AHEAD OF TIME. 

I KNOW THIS, BECAUSE I WAS BEHIND THEM IN LINE. THEY ARE ALL VERY CHATTY..THEY TALK OVER EACH OTHER. WHEN THEY TALK THEY ADDRESS THE ENTIRE GROUP, EVEN IF IT’S SOMETHING INCONSEQUENTIAL. 
PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING THEY SAY IS. 

THEY MUST BELONG TO A CLUB- THE BORING SENIOR BIKER CLUB.

 I’M JUST KIDDING.

 I GIVE THEM CREDIT FOR BEING OUTGOING IN THEIR GOLDEN YEARS.

11:31AM

WE’RE IN A TUNNEL!

ONE OF THE SENIOR BIKERS HAS A VOICE LIKE MINNIE MOUSE, OR MADONNA. 
IT’S VERY NOTICEABLE IN THE DARK.

I THINK WE’RE IN CALABASAS?

11:34

WE JUST PAST A QUAINT LITTLE STATION CALLED SANTA SUSANNA.

I’M SURE THEY USE IT FOR WESTERN FILMS. THIS AREA IS BEAUTIFUL. 
I THINK KIM & KANYE LIVE SOMEWHERE AROUND HERE?
THIS MAKE ME GLAD THE TRAIN IS MOVING FAST.

11:36AM

WE JUST HIT SIMI VALLEY

I THINK "LAURA SPINOZA" LIVES AROUND HERE?

BACK IN THE 80S LAURA WAS MY GIRLFRIEND FOR A SHORT TIME. YES DEAR READERS- LIKE MOST PEOPLE I’VE GONE THRU PERIODS OF BISEXUALITY.

 I  MET LAURA WHEN SHE WAS VERY YOUNG. SHE WAS GOING OUT WITH ANGELO MOORE; LEAD SINGER OF FISHBONE. HE LIKED ME, BECAUSE HE THOUGHT LAURA  WAS SAFE AROUND ME SINCE I WAS GAY. 
WHOOPSIE. I GUESS YOU NEVER KNOW. 

I EVENTUALLY BROKE IT OFF WITH LAURA EXPLAINING THAT FOR THE MOST PART I'M GAY AND COULD NEVER MAKE HER HAPPY, SHE LEFT IN TEARS. 

A MONTH LATER SHE WAS DATING EDDIE MURPHY.

 TODAY SHE’S MARRIED TO A NICE GUY,  WHO'S NOT IN THE INDUSTRY,
 WITH THREE KIDS AND LIVES IN SIMI VALLEY.

11:52AM

THIS SENIOR BIKER IN FRONT OF ME IS TALKING THE EARS OFF HIS FELLOW BIKERS.  I DON’T KNOW HIM, BUT HE IS A YARN-SPINNER. I CAN TELL EVERYTHING HE SAYS IS EXAGGERATED, BS. HIS FELLOW SENIOR BIKERS CAN TELL AS WELL, AND JUST HUMOR HIM. 

THEY NOD THEIR HEADS LIKE BOBBLE DOLLS ON A DASHBOARD-

 UMM HUMM.. THEY SAY IN BORED UNISON.

THE CUTE MIXED RACE BOY WALKS BY WITH HIS SISTER. HE’S WALKING HER TO THE RESTROOM.. I FIND THIS ENDEARING. IF I HAD A YOUNGER SISTER I WOULD’VE DONE THAT. I’M SURE MY SISTER DID THIS FOR ME BACK IN THE DAY. MY BROTHER- NOT SO MUCH.

12NOON

THE SENIOR BIKERS JUST HEARD ABOUT TRUMP SHOVING THE PRIME MINiSTER OF MONTENEGRO  DURING THE PARIS SUMMIT. THEY ARE LATE TO THE GAME AS THIS HAPPENED OVER A WEEK AGO. DURING TRUMPWORLD EVENTS HAPPEN QUICKY, USUALLY BY THE HOUR. THE MINNIE MOUSED-VOICED SENIOR FINDS IT ON HER IPAD. HOW IS SHE GETTING RECEPTION? 
SHE EAGERLY SHARES IT WITH THE BIKE CLUB.

 “OHHHH- LOOK AT HIM- HE PUSHED THAT GUY RIGHT OUTTA THE WAY!"

SHE SQUEALS LIKE SHE’S JUST DONE A HIT OF HELIUM. 

THIS STARTS A POLITICAL DISCUSSION WITHIN THE BIKERS. I’M A BIT WORRIED, BECAUSE THEY ARE A WHITE SENIOR GROUP. THEY COULD BE TRUMPETS.

THE BS-YARD SPINNING SENIOR SAYS, “ WELL, I DIDN’T VOTE FOR HIM.” 

THEY ALL AGREE HE’S AN EMBARRASSMENT TO AMERICA. 

THIS MAKES ME HAPPY. THERE’S SAFETY IN NUMBERS.

12:02PM

THE DINER CAR CONDUCTOR IS MAKING ANNOUNCEMENTS FOR LUNCH.
 HE OVER EXPLAINS EVERYTHING, LIKE WE’RE IN GRAMAR SCHOOL.

“IF YOU’VE MADE LUNCH RESERVATIONS, SLEEPER CAR PASSENGERS GET FIRST SEATING. DO NOT ENER THE DINNING CAR UNTIL YOU’R NAME IS CALLED. 
 THE DINING STAFF IS MANEUVERING WITH HOT PLATES. IF YOU ENTER EARLY, ACCIDENTS MAY HAPPEN."

I FIND THIS ADDRESSING VERY CONDESCENDING. THIS IS NOT A FIELD TRIP.

HIS TOO-MUCH-INFORMATION ANNOUNCEMENTS REMIND ME OF THOSE BIBLE THUMPERS WHO PROSELYTIZE THE PUBLIC EVERY CHANCE THEY GET. 

IF YOUR RELIGION WAS SO GREAT YOU WOULDN’T NEED TO RAM IT DOWN PEOPLES THROATS. IF THE FOOD ON THE TRAIN IS SO GOOD, YOU DON'T NEED TO MAKE ANNOUNCEMENTS EVERY 10 MINUTES.

12:17PM

BEHIND ME IS A “DUDE” CHATTING ON HIS CELL. HE HAS A LOW KEY VOICE.. SOOTHING AND SOMEWHAT SEXY. HE’D MAKE A GOOD RADIO ANNOUNCER.

“HAHHAHAHAHHHA” ONE OF THE SENIOR LADIES IS GUFFAWING ABOUT SOMETHING. 

I  TURN TO SEE WHAT THE “DUDE” ON THE CELL PHONE LOOKS LIKE. 

PICTURE MY  DEAR READERS- DEATH AS A DUDE.
 HE’S WAY UNDERWEIGHT. ALL HIS CLOTHING IS BAGGY. HE LOOKS LIKE HE HASN’T SHOWERED IN A YEAR. BUZZED HEAD, DARTING EYES.
 I PEG HIM AS F.OP.- FRESH OUT OF PRISON.

THE HANDSOME WHITE OR MIXED RACE DAD, HIS WIFEY AND DAUGHTER WALK BY. (WHERE’S THE CUTE SON?”) THE DAD DROPS HIS CELL PHONE. 
THE GUFFAWING SENIOR LADY PICKS IT UP FOR HIM. 
EVERYONE IS NICE ON TRAINS. THAT’S WHY I LIKE THEM.

12:22PM

WE’RE NOW NEXT TO PCH. (PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY). VERY PRETTY!

AN OLD CHOLO GUY WALKS BUY WITH FOOD FROM THE CAFE. THE FOOD LOOKS AWFUL. HE’S WEARING A T-SHIRT WITH A DRAWING OF A CHOLA GIRL. IT READS, “FATAL”.

 HE’S WAAAY TOO OLD TO DRESS LIKE THIS.

12:25PM

THIS ENTIRE TIME AN OLDER LADY WITH A CAMERA HAS BEEN TAKING PIC AFTER PIC. SHE’S VERY PLEASED TO HAVE BOOKED A SPOT ON THIS TRAIN. 
THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SCENIC TRIPS IN CALIFORNIA. 

A LARGE LADY IN BLACK, (MAYBE A MISSIONARY?), APPROACHES HER. 

“DO YOU MIND IF I JOIN YOU?” SHE ASKS.

“SURE,” RELUCTANTLY RESPONDS THE SHUTTERBUG LADY. 

THE LARGE LADY IN BLACK LEAVES ALL HER BELONGING AND GOES DOWNSTAIRS TO THE CAFE. SHE COMES BACK WITH THIS HIDEOUS VERSION OF A SLOPPY JOE AND RUFFLES POTATO CHIPS. YUCK. 

IT MAKES ME NOT WANT TO EAT FOR A WEEK.

THERE IS NO CONVERSATION BETWEEN HER AND THE SHUTTERBUG LADY.
 I CAN TELL THE SHUTTERBUG LADY FEELS HER SPACE HAS BEEN INVADED. 

I CAN’T SAY I BLAME  HER.

12:31PM

THE F.O.P “DUDE” WALKS BY SLOWLY.. 
PLEASE DON’T SIT NEXT TO ME, PLEASE.. WHEW HE DOESN’T.
 I GUESS/HOPE I GAVE OFF A VIBE.

12:32PM

I JUST HEARD THE BS-YARN-TELLING SENIOR MENTION BISBEE, ARIZONA!?
 THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVE PLACES ON EARTH. I’VE BEEN THERE MANY TIMES OVER THE YEARS. (CHECK OUT BISBEE, MY DESTINY FOR THE STORY- HERE & HERE)

HE MISPRONOUNCES BISBEE AS BIXBEE. WHAT A DOLT.

HE’S SO FULL OF IT.

THE ICE BETWEEN THE SHUTTER BUG LADY AND THE LADY IN BLACK HAS BEEN BROKEN. THEY ARE IN FULL CHAT ABOUT TRAVELS, FOOD, YOU NAME IT. 
MAYBE THEY WILL BECOME LOVERS?

THE MIXED RACE FATHER LUMBERS BY AGAIN. HE’S HAVING TROUBLE WALKING AS THE TRAIN SWAYS BACK AND FORTH. HE’S WEARING JEAN SHORTS. HE HAS CHUBBY LEGS, WITH A SCAR ON THE LEFT SIDE.
 I WONDER IF HE KNOWS?

12:39PM

THE SENIORS, THE SHUTTERBUG AND THE LARGE LADY IN BLACK ALL SAY AT ONCE, “IS THIS CARPENTERIA? I THINK WE’RE IN CARPENTERIA.” 
WE ARE NOT.

THEY ALL THINK WE ARE. I GUESS I COULD MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT THAT WE’RE NOT, BUT I DON’T FEEL LIKE.

THE LADY IN BLACK SAYS, “IT LOOKS LIKE PIRATE SHIPS OUT THERE!”

THEY ARE OIL RIGS.
 I DON’T TELL HER. I DON’T FEEL LIKE.

SHE SAYS IT AGAIN....
 I THINK SHE MAY HAVE SPECIAL NEEDS.

THE F.O.P DUDE WALKS BY AGAIN SMILING. I CAN’T TELL IF HE’S SMILING AT ME, OR IN GENERAL. HE MAKES ME NERVOUS. EVER SINCE I WAS ATTACKED LAST FEB, 2016 I’VE HAD ISSUES WITH PTSD.

( IF YOU WANNA KNOW ABOUT IT. ALL THE GORY DETAILS  ARE HERE.)

12:48PM

WE’RE NOW IN SANTA BARBARA! IT’S VERY BEAUTIFUL.

THE LARGE LADY IN BLACK JUST TOLD THE SHUTTERBUG LADY SHE’S FROM IDAHO AND SHE DIDN’T FINISH HIGH SCHOOL..
 THIS INFO DOESN’T SURPRISE ME.

AWWWW- THE MIXED RACE MOM & DAD WITH THE CUTE DAUGHTER AND HEARTBREAKER SON GOT OFF.. I CAN SEE THEM ON THE PLATFORM.

 I’M GONNA MISS THEM.

THE HEARTBREAKER SON IS CARRYING A LARGE PILLOW. SO SWEET.

I WAVE GOOD-BYE. THEY DON’T SEE ME. IF THEY DID THEY’D THINK I WAS INSANE.

      

1:21PM

I WENT TO GET SOME WATER AND THE F.O.P DUDE SMILED AT ME. HE MAKES ME VERY NERVOUS..  I DON’T WANT TO ENCOURAGE ANY COMMUNICATION AT ALL.. HE JUST WALKED BY.. I KEEP MY HEAD DOWN.. I FEEL LIKE I’M IN A WAR ZONE. PTSD WILL DO THAT.

1:41PM

A YOUNG  ASIAN GIRL WALKS BY WEARING  FADED DENIM JACKET OVER A SHEER PINKISH TOP OR DRESS. ITS SHORT. UNDERNEATH SHE HAS ON DENIM DAISY DUKES. IT'S A VERY SKIMPY OUTFIT. I WONDER IF THESE ARE THE KIND OF OUTFITS THAT GET YOU REMOVED FROM AIRPLANES THESE DAYS? 
AMERICAN SOCIETY HAS BECOME VERY UPTIGHT & PRUDISH DURING TRUMPWORLD.

I’M GETTING TIRED. I WONDER IF I SHOULD TAKE A NAP?

1:49PM

THE SENIOR LADY THAT GUFFAWS SAYS, “POOR JOHHNY DENVER. MAYBE ON THE WAY BACK WE’LL SEE HIS PLAQUE.” 

“WHY, SAYS ONE OF THE SENIORS. ARE WE GOING TO DENVER?”

WE ARE LEVEL WITH A GAGGLE OF FLYING PELICANS. BEAUTIFUL INDEED.

1:57PM

WE ARE TRAVELING ALONGSIDE THE PACFIC OCEAN. THE WATER IS SO BLUE, THE SUN IS OUT. MANY BIRDS FLY RIGHT NEXT TO THE TRAIN. ON THE OTHER SIDE ARE ROLLING HILLS, SCATTERED FARMS, HORSIES AND AN OCCASIONAL BULL.

CALIFORNIA DEFINITELY HAS IT ALL.

HIGH UP ON A HILLSIDE. ALMOST A CLIFT IS A SOLITARY HOME.

 WHO COULD POSSIBLY LIVE UP THERE? WHAT A VIEW!

2:08PM

“1:45 FOR THE DINNING CAR, YOUR TABLE IS READY, 1:45,"
 ANNOUNCES THE DINNING CAR CONDUCTOR “EGGIE”

ITS 2:09PM.
 LIKE CHRISTIANITY, NOBODY IS INTERESTED.

2:17PM

THE F.O.P. DUDE WALKS BY YET AGAIN.. EVERY TIME HE DOES I ACT LIKE I’M REALLY BUSY.. IN A WAY I AM.. 
I’M BUSY IGNORING HIM.

WEEEEEEE- A YOUNG BOY RUNS DOWN THE AISLE. 

HE FOLLOWED BY HIS FATHER WAY BEHIND. THE BOY PLOPS HIMSELF DOWN IN AN OBSERVATION SEAT. HE’S HAVING A BALL.
 THE VIEWS ARE FANTASTIC..

 THESE KIND OF VISUALS PUT EVERYONE IN A GOOD MOOD.

 I BELIEVE TRAIN TRIPS ARE THERAPEUTIC.

 I RECOMMEND TO EVERY ONE OF MY DEAR READERS.

2:39PM

A BLACK MAN IN BLACK HAS APPROACHED THE LADY IN BLACK, “EXCUSE ME, 

HE SAYS, I HEARD YOU TALKING… ARE YOU A MISSIONARY?”

“YES, SHE REPLIES. 

(I KNEW IT!)

"HAVE A SEAT," SHE MOTIONS TO THE SEAT IN FRONT OF ME.
 I REALLY DON’T MIND. TRAIN TRAVEL IS ALL ABOUT COMMUNITY. 
THE ONLY THING IS NOW I’LL HAVE TO LISTEN TO THEIR BIBLE-THUMPER RHETORIC. 

NOW THE SENIOR GUFFAW LADY IS CHATTING WITH THE SHUTTERBUG LADY. EVERYONE IS CHATTING WITH EACH OTHER.

I THINK IT’S NICE.. OBVIOUSLY I’M ON THE ANTI-SOCIAL SIDE, BUT I LOVE TO EAVESDROP, AS MY DEAR READERS KNOW.

2:47PM

THE LARGE MISSIONARY LADY IN BLACK TELLS THE SENIOR GUFFAWING LADY, “WE DON’T HAVE ANY POISONOUS SNAKES IN IOWA.”

THE HAPPY LITTLE BOY RUNS BY AGAIN.

2:49PM

I’M GETTING SLEEPY.

THE LITTLE BOY RUNS BY YET AGAIN AND JUMPS UP ON THE SEAT NEXT TO THE BLACK GUY THAT WANTS TO BE SAVED BY THE MISSIONARY LADY. 

“I WANT THIS ONE,” ANNOUNCES THE LITTLE BOY. 
HIS DAD SMILES. 

THE BLACK GUY THAT WANTS TO BE SAVED IGNORES HIM. 

THE MISSIONARY LADY IN BLACK IS EATING POLLY-SEEDS.

THE CONDUCTOR WALKS BY. 

THE GUFFAWING SENIORS SAYS, “CAN I ASK YOU A QUESTION?”

THE CONDUCTOR RESPONDS, “50 CENTS!”

EVERYONE IN THE OBSERVATION CAR, (EXCEPT ME) LAUGHS.

NOW EVERYBODY, (EXCEPT ME) IS IN FULL CHATTER MODE. 

I DON’T MIND. I’M A LONER.

WHEN THE CONDUCTOR SPEAKS HE USES A LOUD VOICE, SO EVERYBODY IN THE OBSERVATION CAR CAN HEAR HIM. I GUESS HE’S USED TO THAT.

“DID WE PASS LOMPOC YET? (SHE PRONOUNCES IT LOMPOCK. 
“LOMPOC, THE CONDUCTOR CORRECTS HER, (PRONOUNCED LOMPOKE) 

I KNOW THIS BECAUSE I HAVE SOME COUSINS THERE.

“HAHAHAHAHAHHA,” THE LADY GUFFAWS ONCE AGAIN,

3:03PM

THE MISSIONARY LADY IS TRYING TO CATCH 40 WINKS. 
SHE SO LARGE WHEN SHE SLUMPS DOWN IN THE BOOTH,
 HER BREAST ARE HIGHER THAN HER HEAD.

3:08PM

WE ARE PASSING FARMLAND. IT IS A BEAUTY!

THE OLD CHOLO GUY WEARING A CHOLA T-SHIRT WALKS BY. 
ON THE BACK HIS T-SHIRT ALSO SAYS, “FATAL.”

IT'S SO DUMB.

THE BLACK GUY THAT WANTS TO BE SAVED WALKS BY AND EYES THE MISSIONARY LADY SLEEPING. HE STARES AT HER BREASTS.

 NOW WHY AM I NOT SURPRISED.

WE ARE PASSING FIELDS OF BROCCOLI OR ARTICHOKES.
 THERE ARE MANY CROP PICKERS AT WORK. I WONDER IF THIS LIFESTYLE WILL BE OVER DURING TRUMPWORLD?

RIGHT NEXT TO THE FIELD IS A NEW HOUSING DEVELOPMENT.
 THE ARE MANY WOODEN SKELETONS OF THINGS TO COME- THE END OF AN ERA.

WE ARE IN GUADALUPE.
 I WAS HERE MANY YEARS AGO. IT’S A SLEEPY LITTLE TOWN. 
LEGENDARY DIRECTOR CECIL B. DEMILLE FILMED,

 "THE 10 COMMANDMENTS," ON THE LOCAL BEACH BACK IN 1923. 

IT’S RUMORED THE CREW LEFT THE THEN MILLION DOLLAR SET AND ITS STILL HERE IN RUINS.

3:21PM

THE LAND IS SO RICH IN MINERALS HERE. THE DIRT IS BLACK. 

GREEN CROPS WITH BLACK EARTH.
 IT’S MAJESTIC.

3:26PM

WE’RE IN PISMO BEACH!

3:33PM

NOW APPROACHING SAN LUIS OBISPO.

3:42PM

I WENT BACK TO CHECK ON MY SEAT IN COACH. A YOUNG WAVY HAIRED GIRL IS SEATED.. SHE’S TAKING UP BOTH SEATS. SHE’S ON HER LAPTOP. 
I DON’T DISTURB HER. I THINK ITS FINE. SHE CAN PROTECT MY OVERHEAD LUGGAGE FROM THE TWEEKER GUY IN FRONT OF US.
 I GO BACK TO THE OBSERVATION CAR..

AFTER ALL… IT’S ALMOST HAPPY HOUR.

4PM

ITS HAPPY HOUR!!!

I DON’T WASTE ANYTIME.. I UNCORK A BOTTLE OF DEAD BOLT  2012- WINEMAKERS BLEND GIVEN TO ME BY MY FRIENDS GUY PERRY & DAVID ARCADIA.

I’M CAUTIOUS AS TO NOT DRAW ATTENTION. 

I’M NOT SURE IF OUTSIDE LIQUOR IS ALLOWED. 

I ALSO DON’T WANT TO SHARE.

AND NOW FOR THE FIRST TASTE…

SMELLS GOOD. NICE AROMA..

OK- IT'S A KEEPER.. HEAVIER THAN EXPECTED.... I USUALLY DRINK CABERNET. THIS IS A HOUSE BLEND OF CABERNET, SHIRAZ, AND MERLO. 
SO BASICALLY EVERYTHING IN THE KITCHEN SINK.

I’M ASSUMING THEY BLEND WHATEVER IS LEFT OVER FROM ALL THE BARRELS.

4:05PM

WE JUST MADE THE BIG TURN…. IT’S FAMOUS AS THE TURN IS SO SHARP YOU CAN SEE THE FRONT AND BACK OF THE TRAIN AT THE SAME TIME.

 I HAVE A BIRDS EYE VIEW.

THE SENIORS, THE MISSIONARIES, AND THE SHUTTERBUG GET VERY EXCITED. THEY MAKE A BEELINE TO MY SEAT AND SNAP PHOTOS OVER ME,
 IN FRONT OF ME, ONTOP OF ME. I HOPE THEY GOT THEIR SHOTS.

BTW WE ARE ALSO NEXT TO THE CALIFORNIA MEN'S COLONY- THE PRISON.

 NOBODY SEEMS INTERESTED IN THIS. I’M THE ONLY ONE WHO TAKES PICS.

4:11PM
THIS WINE IS GOOD.. ALLOT OF BODY…. I’M HAPPY WITH “HER.”

A CRAZY, SKINNY LADY WALKS BY.. SHE'S VERY WRINKLED, BUT I HAVE A FEELING SHE’S NOT THAT OLD. SHE’S WEARING RUBBER GLOVES AND HOLDING A PLASTIC KNIFE… SHE’S SMILING…. AIMLESSLY.

I'VE PAIRED MY WINE WITH HARD SHEEPS MILK CHEESE, DENSE EUROPEAN STYLE BREAD AND PEARS. I AM VERY PROUD OF MYSELF. IT IS PERFECT,

I THINK THE MISSIONARY LADY IS JEALOUS. SORRY DOLL.....

YOU LOOSE PRIVILEGES WHEN YOU BECOME A RELIGIOUS COLONIZER.

4:20PM

THE WINE IS NOW PEPPERY.. NOT SURE IF I LIKE THAT.

I ALSO BROUGHT A FUJI APPLE, FLAXSEED WATER CRACKERS & FRESH ROSEMARY, AND I MADE SOME HUMUS FROM SCRATCH!

I ALSO BROUGHT APRICOTS, BUT I ATE THEM AT UNION STATION.

THIS IS A GREAT HAPPY HOUR!

4:44PM

THIS GUY WITH A HIDEOUS FACE WALKS BY. HE LOOKS AS IF HE WAS IN A FIRE OR WAS SLASHED.. HE’S NIGHTMARISH LOOKING. HE CHECKS OUT MY WINE… 
 I NEED TO BE MORE LOW-KEY.

PEOPLE ON THE TRAIN ARE FROM ALL WALKS OF LIFE.. 
I KNOW I SOUND LIKE I’M RAGGING ON PEOPLE, BUT I ACTUALLY THINK IT'S GREAT. TRAIN RIDES ARE LIKE LIFE.. EVERYTHING IS HERE- 
THE GOOD & BAD, HAPPY & SAD. SCARY & PLEASANT.
YOU DECIDE WHAT PART YOU’LL WILL BE WITH.

A TRAIN CONDUCTOR COMES BY.. IT’S SEXUALLY AMBIGUOUS. 
NOT SURE IF THEY’RE A BOY OR A GIRL.. 
I’M GONNA GUESS AN FTM. (FEMALE TO MALE TRANSSEXUAL).
 IT LOOKS LIKE THERE WERE ISSUES WITH SURGERY..
 EITHER WAY I’M HAPPY THEY ARE HERE. 

THIS DORKY GUY WALKS BY.. HE’S ALL WRONG! 
CLOTHING WAY TOO BAGGY, DUMB HAIR.. SAD FACE.. 
TOO BAD, HE COULD'VE BEEN CUTE, BUT HE’S A MESS.

THIS CHPPER GUY WALKS IN FRONT OF ME. WE MAKE EYE CONTACT.. 
HE MAY BE THE GAY ON THE TRAIN? HE SEEMS SHY.

HE WALKED BY ME EARLIER WITH A GIRL.

SO IF HE’S GAY, HE’S ON THE DL, (DOWN LOW).

5:02PM

I’M A LITTLE TIPSY…

5:05PM

TWO JAPANESE GIRLS ARE SEATED IN FRONT OF ME.. THEY ARE ASLEEP.

THIS FAT YOUNG GUY, (HIGH SCHOOL AGE?) WALKS UP TO THEM AND ACTUALLY WAKES THEM UP, “DO YOU HAVE A PIECE OF PAPER?” HE ASKS SHEEPISHLY.

“WHAT?” THEY SAY.. THEY’RE STILL ASLEEP.

HE REPEATS, “ DO YOU HAVE A PIECE OF PAPER?”
 THEY ARE BEFUDDLED AND LOOK FOR A PIECE OF PAPER TO GIVE HIM. 

THE MISSIONARY LADY INTERRUPTS, “I HAVE SOME PAPER!” 

THE SENIOR LADIES INTERRUPT, “YOU WANT PAPER?"

“YAH, SAYS THE FAT KID SHYLY, I WANTED SOME SCRATCH PAPER TO DRAW ON. I’M BORED."

“OH YOU'RE BORED?,” SAYS THE GUFFAWING SENIOR LADY.

EVERYBODY HANDS HIM SHEETS OF PAPER.

THAT WAS THE DORKIEST PICKUP ATEMPT I’VE EVER WITNESSED IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.

THIS WINE IS NICE, BUT NOT AS NICE AS THE LES DEUX MARGOTS MY NEPHEW BROUGHT BACK FROM BORDEAUX.

I STILL DREAM ABOUT IT.

5:14PM

THE MISSIONARY LADY ASKS THE SLEEPING ASIAN GIRLS, “IS THAT THE VEGGIE BURGER YOU’RE EATING?

“OH…. NO, THEY REPLY, IT’S JUST THE REGULAR CHEESEBURGER, BUT THEY DO HAVE A VEGGIE BURGER.”

“OK, “ SHE REPLIES.

LIKE AS IF SHE’D EVER EAT A VEGGIE BURGER..
 SHE’S BIGGER THAN A SMALL CHURCH.

OVER THE LOUD SPEAKER A CONDUCTOR ANNOUNCES,
 “OK DAWN, I’LL SEE YOU IN A FEW MINUTES.” 

WHO IS SHE REPLYING TOO?

MAYBE THE FTM CONDUCTOR IS HAVING A LIASON WITH “DAWN” IN ONE OF THE SLEEPING COMPARTMENTS?! 
I CAN DREAM CAN’T I?

5:20PM

THE ASIAN GIRLS ARE AWAKE AND CHATTING UP A STORM.

I’M NOW THINKING THEY’RE LESBIANS?

ONE IS ON THE BUTCH SIDE. THE OTHER IS FEMMEY.

MAYBE I’M JUST DRUNK, BUT I CAN SEE IT.

I HAVE GOOD GAYDAR.

THIS BURLY GUY WITH A BEANIE AND SUPERMAN T-SHIRT, (RIDICULOUS) WALKS BY AND CHECKS OUT THE MISSIONARY LADY’S RACK AS SHE IS NOW ASLEEP AGAIN. 

WHAT IS WITH THESE STRAIGHT GUYS? 
ARE MISSIONARIES SUPPOSED TO BE GOOD IN BED OR WHAT?

THE BOY AND DAD SKIP BY AGAIN.. I LOVE THEM.

THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS.

THIS HIPSTER,(?) GUY WALKS BY IN TIGHT BLACK JEANS AND TRENDY SWEATER. IT IS BAD. WHO DRESSES THESE PEOPLE?

THE COUNTRYSIDE IS BEAUTIFUL! 
ROLLING BROWN HILLS WITH A SCATTER OF OAK TREES. A RIVER RUNS THROUGH IT. 
I WISH LIFE COULD ALWAYS BE THIS SIMPLE. NATURE IS PERFECT.

5:31PM

THE YOUNG FAT DORK THAT ASKED FOR PAPER WALKS BY.. HE HAS A PIECE OF PAPE ON A CLIPBOARD. BLANK. HE’S MOVING TO THE TUNE ON HIS HEADSET. 

I BET HE’S LISTENING TO SOMETHING LIKE VAMPIRE WEEKEND.

THERE IS A BEAUTIFUL RIVER ALONGSIDE THE TRACKS.

I THINK WE’RE NEAR FRESNO.. I SEE ALLOT OF OIL WELLS.

WHEN I WAS A LITTLE BOY- THEY REMINDED ME OF DONKEYS.
 LITTLE DID I KNOW HOW INSIDIOUS THEY WERE.

5:50PM

THE DORKY FAT KID WALKS BY AGAIN. NO CLIPBOARD, NO PAPER, NO DRAWINGS.

I’M SURE HE CAN’T DRAW.

THE MISSIONARY LADY GOES TO THE TOILET. 
SHE LEAVES HER BOOK- DANIEL AND THE REVELATION.

THE DORKY FAT KID COMES BY AGAIN.. NO DRAWINGS, BUT HE’S HOLDNG AN EXTRA-LARGE PACKAGE OF RED VINES.

HE OFFERS ONE TO THE LESBIAN ASIAN GIRLS.. THEY DECLINE.

HE’S SUCH A LOSER.. 
HE’S SO MUCH OF A LOSER THAT HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW IT.

6:05PM

THE SHUTTERBUG LADY HAS BROUGHT HER OWN HOT MEAL IN ONE OF THOSE HOTBOX CONTAINERS. IT IS STEAMING. IT LOOKS GOOD- SOME KIND OF NOODLE WITH MEAT DISH. SHE’S VERY INDEPENDENT. LIKE ME. 

THE MISSIONARY LADY- NOT SO MUCH. 
SHE COMES BACK FROM THE CAFE WITH THIS BOX LUNCH CONSISTING OF COOKIES, PUDDING, GOLDFISH AND CAKE.. 
YUCK.

THE FAT DORKY GUY COMES BACK WITH A CINNAMON BUN AND HOT COCO.

6:13PM

DUDES! I DRANK THIS WHOLE BOTTLE OF RED WINE BY MYSELF!

DEAR READERS- I WANT TO REMIND YOU HOW BEAUTIFUL THE SCENERY IS! 

WE ARE NOW AT GOLDEN HOUR AND THE SUN IS BEARING DOWN ON OUR OBSERVATION CAR. THIS IS FLATTERING TO EVERYBODY INVOLVED.

A LITTLE GIRLY AND HER MUM WALK BY. SHE IS TALKING ABOUT THE SURROUNDINGS, WHILE STROKING HER LONG HAIR. I FIND THIS ENDEARING.

THE HIPSTER GUY WALKS BY.. HE’S TAKEN OFF THAT TIRED SWEATER. 
HE’S ACTUALLY KINDA CUTE. WE MAKE EYE CONTACT. WE NOD TO EACH OTHER.

I’M EATING MY FUJI APPLE SLICES WITH HUMUS.
 THIS IS A VERY PLEASUREFUL TRIP.

I’VE SAID IT BEFORE MY DEAREST READERS, AND I’LL SAY IT AGAIN-
 MY LIFE, (AS I’M SURE ARE YOURS) IS VERY COMPLICATED. 
TAKING A TRIP LIKE THIS REMINDS ME HOW EASY LIFE CAN BE..
 RIGHT NOW  I HAVE EVERYTHING. I NEED NOTHING. 
I AM ALONE AMONGST STRANGERS, BUT FEEL A BOND WITH THEM. 
EVEN THOUGH WE HAVE NOTHING, AND I MEAN ABSOLUTELY NOTHING IN COMMON, WE HAVE A BOND.
 THAT BOND IS LIFE.

6:24PM

THE CHIPPER GUY THAT MADE EYE CONTACT WITH ME AWHILE AGO IS SITTING IN THE OBSERVATION CAR. HE HAS HIS ARMS AROUND HIS “GIRLFRIEND,” 
I MEAN BEARD.

HE’S WEARING A BASEBALL CAP. SURE SIGN OF LATENT HOMOSEXUALITY.

THE FAT DORK WALKS BY DRINKING COKE. 
HE MUST’VE GAINED 2 LBS IN THE LAST 10 MINUTES.

THE BUTCHER ASIAN LESBIAN GIRL IS EYEING ME. 
I THINK SHE KNOWS I’M WRITING EVERYTHING DOWN. 
DON’T SUE ME BITCH!

THE DINNER CAR CONDUCTOR ANNOUNCES-

 “ONCE AGAIN- 4:15 RESERVATIONS COME TO THE DINNING CAR.I’M MISSING FOUR PEOPLE. 
IT’S 6:30PM! 
HE NEEDS TO GIVE IT UP. NOBODY WANTS TRAIN DINER CAR SHITTY FOOD. 
EVEN THE MISSIONARY LADY BROUGHT SOME OF HER OWN FOOD,

AND SHE’S A CHRISTIAN!

A GUY WALKS BY WHO LOOKS LIKE HE MIGHT BE HOT. I ONLY SAW HIS BACKSIDE, BUT I LIKE WHAT I SAW.. THE TRAIN LURCHES AND HE FALLS INTO THE LESBIAN, ASIAN GIRLS.  HE WENT TO THE CAFE CAR. I CAN’T WAIT TILL HE COMES BACK!

THE BIKER SENIORS LEAVE ALL AT ONCE.

IT WILL BE QUIET WITHOUT THEM.

THE GUY WHO LOOKS LIKE HE MIGHT BE HOT COMES BACK FROM THE CAFE CAR AND WALKS INTO THE DINNING CAR. MEANING - HIS BACK IS STILL TO ME THE ENTIRE TIME. I STILL DON’T KNOW WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE,

WE’RE APPROACHING SALINAS- WHERE THEY FILMED EAST OF EDEN STARRING JAMES DEAN. HE LATER DIED IN THAT INFAMOUS CAR WRECK SOMEWHERE AROUND HERE.

THE MISSIONARY LADY IS ON HER CELL PHONE. SHE IS PROSELYTIZING TO SOMEONE. SHE STATES SHE HASN’T WORKED SINCE 2015,
 A “GOOD-SAMARITAN” SUPPORTS HER.

 WHAT A GOD-DAMN SURPRISE.

THE FTM CONDUCTOR WALKS BY..

 HE’S VERY SHY. I TRY TO MAKE EYE CONTACT, WITH NO SUCESS.

MAYBE HE’S NOT FTM? JUST A BUTCH WOMAN OR A DAINTY MAN?

THE HIPSTER GUY WALKS BY AGAIN. HE’S PUT THAT DAMN SWEATER BACK ON.

HE’S TALKING TO THE  CHPPER D.L. BOY WITH BASEBALL CAP AND HIS BEARD GIRL FRIEND…. INTERESTING.

A SHY BOYISH GIRL IS GOING BY.. SHE’S GENDER NEUTRAL.
THERE ARE ALLOT OF GENDER NEUTRAL PEOPLE ON THIS TRIP.. 
IT’S A NEW WORLD.

WOW! WE JUST PASSED THE MOST BLEAK PLACE I’VE EVER SEEN IN THE USA. WE’RE IN SALINAS, SO I GUESS IT'S PART OF SALINAS. THE BUILDINGS ARE BURNED AND BOMBED OUT.
 100 TIMES WORST THAN SKID-ROW IN DOWNTOWN L.A. 

THERE ARE HOMELESS TENTS AND BARRICADES. ON THE ROAD, A SUV COP CAR IS ON THE WAY TO HARASS THE HOMELESS PEOPLE.

THIS AREA IS COMPLETE DESPAIR.

IT IS REALLY- REALLY SOBERING.

6:51PM

THIS GUY WALKS BY WITH A CURLY MAN BUN AND OVERLY BAGGY CLOTHING.. HE’S A MESS.. LOOKS LIKE HE’S ON HIS LAST MEOW.

AT ONE TIME HE MAY HAVE BEEN GOOD-LOOKING, BUT THOSE DAYS ARE LONG AND GONE.

THE GUY WITH THE BEENIE AND SUPERMAN T-SHIRT CROSSES PATHS WITH THE FTM CONDUCTOR- WORLDS COLLIDE ON AMTRAK.

6:55PM

WE’RE NOW LEAVING SALINAS. THIS PLACE IS DESPERATE- GET USED TO IT.

7:14PM

OK! THE GUY WHOM I THOUGHT MAY BE HOT JUST WALKED BY.. I WAS RIGHT-
 HE’S H-O-T! IN THE OBVIOUS WAY. 
HE HAS A SWAGGER THAT WOULD MAKE THE TRAIN LURCH.
 NICE BOD, LEAN & YOUNG. GOTEE AND CROPPED HAIR.
 OF COURSE HE’S WEARING SHADES.
 AS HE WALKS BY HE BASICALLY HITS ON EVERYBODY IN THE OBSERVATION CAR.

8:O7PM

ITS DUSK. I LOVE DUSK.

THE MISSIONARY LADY IS STILL HERE, STILL MUNCHING ON THOSE DAMN POLLY-SEEDS. THE SHUTTERBUG LADY LEFT AWHILE AGO.

THE ASIAN LESBIANS ARE ASLEEP AGAIN. THE  CHIPPER DL WHITE BOY AND HIS GIRLFRIEND/BEARD HAVE MOVED NEXT TO ME IN A BOOTH. 
THEY ARE PLAYING CARDS.

THE BLACK GUY WHO WANTS TO BE SAVED WALKS BY AND SAYS SOMETHING TO THEM. SOMETHING ABOUT THEIR CARD GAME. THEY LIKE IT.

THE CURLY MAN-BUN GUY IS SITTING IN THE OBSERVATION CAR WITH HIS OVERWEIGHT GIRLFRIEND. THEY ARE BOTH KINDA MESSY. HE’S FIDGETING.
 HE’S NEVER CALM. HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HIMSELF, GETS UP AND AND LEAVES. THE OVERWEIGHT GIRLFRIEND FOLLOWS IS EVERY MOVE.

I BET HE’S A WIFE-BEATER.

8:15PM

THE TRAIN IS PASSING BUNDLES OF HAY ON A LONELY FIELD.

WE ARE APPROACHING SAN JOSE.

I TAKE A PHOTO OF THE TRAIN CAR. THE CHIPPER DL GUY DOESN’T LIKE THIS. 
HE TELLS HIS GIRLFRIEND-BEARD. THEY BOTH LOOK AT ME.

THE BLACK GUY WHO WANTS TO BE SAVED COMES BY AND SITS WITH THE MISSIONARY LADY. LIKE AS IF HE FOUND GOD. HIS NAME IS SHELDON PEREZ.
 I KNOW THIS BECAUSE I HAVE GOOD HEARING.

8:24PM

THE FTM CONDUCTOR WALKS BY AGAIN. THIS TIME WE MAKE EYE CONTACT. 
WE GIVE EACH OTHER A SHY SMILE. I’M SO GLAD WE CONNECTED.

8:26PM

THE MISSIONARY LADY AND THE SAVE ME BLACK GUY ARE BIBLE-THUMPING TOGETHER. HARD. IT’S SUCH A WASTE OF TIME.. I WISH I WASN’T IN THIS AREA.

8:33PM

THIS MISSIONARY LADY HAS THE NERVE TO TELL THE I WANT TO BE SAVED GUY HOW HE SHOULD EAT! SHE’S THE LAST ONE TO KNOW NUTRITION. 
PALEEZZE!

8:55PM

WE’VE LEFT SAN JOSE AND ARE NOW CLOSE TO THE END OF OUR ADVENTUROUS TRAIN TRIP.

I WALK BACK TO MY SEAT AND SURPRISE THE YOUNG WAVY-HAIR GIRL BY ANNOUNCING THAT SHE IS IN MY SEAT.. THE POOR LITTLE THING IS BEFUDDLED,
 I CAN RELATE. "NO WORRIES, I TELL HER. WE’RE ALMOST THERE. 
I’LL JUST SIT IN THIS VACANT SEAT ACROSS THE ISLE. "

SHE IS APPRECIATIVE.

I WANT TO THANK ALL MY DEAR READERS FOR ACCOMPANYING ME ON MY LITTLE EXCURSION. THANKS FOR YOUR LOYALTY AND KEEP READING.

I LOVE YOU ALL DOLLS!

RICK CASTRO- 6/6/17- 9PM

PS- 6/13/17- 9AM

JACK LONDON SQUARE- TRAIN STATION.

A WEEK HAS GONE BY AND I'M NOW ON MY RETURN RIDE HOME.

I’M JUST BOARDING SEATING.. LOOK UP AND THERE’S THE SAME YOUNG WAVY-HAIR GIRL THAT HAD MY SEAT ON THE WAY UP! WHAT ARE THE CHANCES?
 SHE’S SO HAPPY TO SEE ME.
 SHE SPENT HER WEEK IN ORGEON AT A “WOMENS FESTIVAL” IN THE WOODS. 
YES, SHE’S A LESBIAN!