the following is a dialogue that i had with my notebook whilst on a fernet fueled amtrak train trip from los feliz, ca. to raton, nm. my instincts tell me i had fun... unfortunately, the amazing degradation of my handwriting skills will be lost to translation into text, but use your imagination, please.4:25 P.M.: fucking train. some old guy with a walker just queered my shot of fernet in the men's room. well.. he was unable to prevent it, but he made it pretty hasty.
4:37 los feliz to union station: not as secluded or romantic as i has (sic) hoped. what is? this seems like marta but way more solid. p.s. no one has asked me for any money yet.
5:56: union station looks like a crazy, goddamned gothic cathedral: beautiful and old. i met two guys traveling back from santa barbara to albuquerque. the lucky fuckers are done with their trip at 11 am tomorrow, which is 10 hours earlier than i'll be. still. the accomodations on this train are nice. i think i smell worse than anyone on this thing since i have been wearing a parka in los angeles all day. amtrak is pretty stringent about how much shit you can carry on, so i wore my bulkiest item of clothing. it's dark and i am underground, yearning for those mountains.
7:30 p.m.: more drunk than not. train travel seems to rule irrevocably. something about it is laid back and (illegible). some amazing, alcoholic airplane motel. not far out, but some shit has disappeared. i will be in new mexico and they say that the altitudes will kill me. it's higher there, i am told than denver, by about a thousand feet. i am not too terribly concerned with altitue (sic) as i am by coyotes, however. a good friend predicted that i will be gang raped by the fucker coyotes until i starve to death. raped by dogs until i starve.
10:41 lounge car: pulled through inky black, a sausage party blares through the desert night. HAHA! you are an alletevative (sic) faggot. honestly? i just want to end up drunk and asleep and in up in arizona. the good news? i will!!!
1:57: weird needles kid is gone. they won't ever, EVER let you smoke on this roving behemoth. goddamned ever. there is installment. vanessas opionion (sic) of me is ..."fucking brilliant, only he hides it under his foul mouthed, beer drinking manners". trains make people lie. "jason is clearly a crack baby :)" and so are other train passengers.
3:15 a.m: to much (rest of sentence is illegible. i believe it made reference to 'poison' and 'motherfuckers')
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