So Amtrak drives trains down to Lancaster, bunches of ’em, every damn day… what I do, is I pack up and get on the subway at the giant clothes pin I get off at 30th St and sit on the benches in that echoie cavernous train station and read until it’s time to get on the train.
I like the train. It’s relaxing. It’s fast. It’s air conditioned and I can read the whole way there. Then I get off at Lancasters odd and misshapen train station and Timmie comes to drive me away.
So what do I do in this lovelie little village? I go to the park alot. I read. I apply for jobs and relax generallie, but mostlie I get up earlie… like I’m gonna do tomoro.
So now… I’m gonna live la vida sleepie… it is after all what I do best!