the back of one of the chairs of the train was tagged with a jagged heart with the words:
"i love you george. i love you my punk!"
it seemed like it was etched by a really sharp object. most probably a tiny knife of sort.
it is short, sweet and motherfuckin memorable.
i swear if someone would do the same to me, i would melt on the spot like the dozens of ice creams that i have consumed for the past year or so.
the person who did it is brave enough to record his/her profesison of love on teh fuckin backseat of a motherfuckin public train.
a girl on a wheelchair who looks like a more beautiful version of lady gaga (probably because of her nose and eye make-up) boarded the car with her tall friend wearing an all black booty shorts, some nice boots and fitted black shirt.
a man wearing a fedora followed them.
they all reek of alcohol.
the guy is tall. wearing an all black ensemble with a fedora hat as an accent to his balding head.
i sat a few seats away from them. i was anticipating morpheus' arrival when an obnoxious fight ensued among the three.
shouting, bickering and smart-assing happened.
they fought over a pen.
lady gaga on a wheelchair and her friend sat beside me.
after the fedora guy left, they both laughed and screamed "never trust a guy with a fedora"
trackback to the amtrak train aka hogwarts express a few hours earlier.
went to the bathroom to relieve my bladder. i was in the middle of peeing when the door slid open.
a family saw me.
they were in shock.
going back to the crazy red line post-midnight trip:
an african-american girl with her girlfriend boarded the train from hollywood. a few stops later, the other girl unleashed almost a bucket of poorly concocted undigested cereals, meet stuff and alcohol. nasty shit-ass fuck.
my train car became a party car. you can hear cheers. people snapping photos and taking videos of the poor girl throwing up.
while all of this is happening, a tall, handsome manly dude kept smiling at me. he winked before he exited the door.
i got home at like 2 in the morning.