Chicago

 

Day 2:  March 8, 2003

 

Still haven’t made it to Chicago, yet.  King of White Trash kept me up most of the night, thinking he has a right to be loud, gross, and obnoxious.  Ate some Gouda cheese this morning.  But, hey, I’m in Minnesota as I write, as we speak, as you read, whatever.  So, it can’t be much longer.  If we keep with schedule, I’ll probably make my destination at seven o’clock or so.

 

I dreamt of Crap, last night.  Why she was in a dream about my high school band, I’ve no idea.  But she was.

 

The King just woke up again, however.  I have never seen anyone who is as overt with his sighs, words, profanity, etceteras, as him.  There is not a single person in this car who doesn’t know what he’s thinking, or where he is, or what particular discomfort he’s experiencing.  Ridiculous.

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Afternoon (4ish?).  The King has long since departed in Minneapolis.  I’m currently going through Columbus, Wisconsin.  This train ride is becoming more and more ridiculous, in how late it is.  Last time I heard anything, we’re running four hours late.  At this current rate, I’ll arrive in Chicago at nine o’clock.  Just in time to sleep, and maybe get a quick drink, and a bite.  Wait.  Me, sleep?  The very idea….  I’m a college student.

 

The country is nice, here.  Very pretty, very luscious.  I like luscious.  It makes me think of eyes.

 

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One in the morning.  Got in at 10 o’clock, and my Montana boy mouth dropped to the floor.  Downtown Chicago is beautiful.  And this is at night, as well.  I may need extra film.  I shall expound later.  G’night.

 

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