Yesterday I opened a new chapter in my life by becoming an
American Hobo. Trust me, it was a baby step. I jumped a train.
It was all quite inadvertent. I had my money in my hand and
was in line at the train station. I was behind some ancient fossil who couldn't work the ticket machine. The train pulled in the station and I said what the
heck and jumped on board with my two dollars crushed in the palm of my hand.
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| Ready to jump in plain sight of the bulls |
Suddenly there I was, riding the rails. Care free and
craving cigarette butts and beans….I mean snipes and bullets.
Oh I still have the slang and secret languages and signs to
learn. I don’t even have a bindle but I think Ralph Lauren makes some really
nice ones.
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3 comments:
Funny, I just told someone yesterday the story of my first real boxcar from Bend, Oregon to Pasco, Washington by hobo rail.
Did you have a 5 o'clock shadow?
This is what Obama has done to good, honest Americans!
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