Up here trees dont grow in straight lines.
This guy sat across from me, he seemed nice. He didnt speak english though so I couldnt really tell. the guy next to him (not in the shot) talked to me about old hardcore and punk so it was awesome.
2 Hours in and I look so worn.
Ok...so the train hit some wild turkeys (the day before thanksgiving) and it stoped...like the bower was knocked out for about 45 minutes, no air no nothing.
the man in charge.
Five hours in.
Seven.
Nine hours in and i look so alive...I dont know how it happened but it makes me feel like ben button.
more soon.
-Kyle
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