I hate riding the train. I do. I really do. I think Amtrak is the devil. Its never on time, its always to cold, I always have to sit next to someone who snores, and the food is hella expensive. The ride from school to home or vice versa is 6.30. Granite its more convenient that a flight, but sometimes its really not worth it. If my cash flow was better or I really knew how to save I would so fly my black ass home. Its just not worth the trouble. this last trip home was the worst because there was this drunk bitch on the train who wouldn’t shut the hell up. I know I drink and I can get a little rowdy at times but I would never put my drunk ass on a train for 6 hours and expect me to keep still. Its just not happening and this old whore was on the train before I got on there and was heading to new york. I just don’t get it. WHO RIDES THE TRAIN DRUNK. WHAT THE FUCK! I know that sounded a bit mean but it took me a week to find a nice way to say that because I called her like 50 other names on my way home. Luckily when I got off the train she was at the bar getting boozed up so at least the last 20 min of my ride was spent peacefully. Except for the fact that I let this girl with the most amazing new york accent in the world borrow my phone. There is something so undeniably sexy about a proper new york accent. I would normally be opposed to letting strangers use my phone, but there was something incredible about the way she asked I just had to.
1 week into summer and jobless,
KD
