so see i say i was on this train from chicago to nyc, feeling the 24 hour ride slowly crush my soul, for this WAS the train of last souls, the train of the damned...you had your toothless drug addicts your truckers wifes - hell i love those trucker wifes - your deadheads and your phish phisherman looking for jesus damn, everyone was looking for jesus, even my buddy ahmed the jordanian and even i. sure there was some kid locked in the bathroom for 8 hours, but that wasn't jesus, nope. just another dope addled youth, cookie cutter old navy style junkie - but there was this old guy, now that i think about it purple shirt man who writes sci fi and travels around the country solving mysteries with a dog and a kid who wears an ascot, i'm pretty sure that hippy guy wasn't jesus but at least i found the purple shirt man, that has to mean something. something.Birth sign: Cancer
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