"I love my crazy life."
One rainy day this winter ,as I stood on the train welcoming the sight of downtown Portland, I met a most interesting person. He got on, dripping wet, a few stops before mine looking like he'd been through hell and back. "Nice bike" He said to me, as I tried to pretend that my headphones were actually on in my typical antisocial fashion. Not wanting to be rude, I took my headphones off to see what this guy, who outwardly appeared to be one of the many homeless bums in the city of roses, was all about. "Hey, do you know where I can find a payphone? I just got off an 18 hour straight ride in a freight car and I need to call my family." He didn't sound homeless. I asked him what he was doing in Portland, and he told me how he was traveling from Canada to San Diego by hopping trains. "I'll buy a plane ticket if I have to, but I thought hopping trains would be more fun. I just wish I would have brought an extra sleeping bag now.. I gave mine away about 20 minutes ago to a guy who looked like he was about to freeze to death." He said, with an inspired air about him. "Woah, crazy" I replied, involuntarily as the train came to a halt at the next stop. "Yea, I love my crazy life." He said, as he exited the train back into the rain.
It's not much, but I think about it all the time. It was the way he said it.. I mean, he really MEANT it, in the way you really mean it when you tell someone you're in love with them for the first time, or when you burst into excitement and your eyes light up seeing someone you haven't seen in years. Everyone says so much every day in such robotic fashion that it really startled me. Inspiration in strange places...
One rainy day this winter ,as I stood on the train welcoming the sight of downtown Portland, I met a most interesting person. He got on, dripping wet, a few stops before mine looking like he'd been through hell and back. "Nice bike" He said to me, as I tried to pretend that my headphones were actually on in my typical antisocial fashion. Not wanting to be rude, I took my headphones off to see what this guy, who outwardly appeared to be one of the many homeless bums in the city of roses, was all about. "Hey, do you know where I can find a payphone? I just got off an 18 hour straight ride in a freight car and I need to call my family." He didn't sound homeless. I asked him what he was doing in Portland, and he told me how he was traveling from Canada to San Diego by hopping trains. "I'll buy a plane ticket if I have to, but I thought hopping trains would be more fun. I just wish I would have brought an extra sleeping bag now.. I gave mine away about 20 minutes ago to a guy who looked like he was about to freeze to death." He said, with an inspired air about him. "Woah, crazy" I replied, involuntarily as the train came to a halt at the next stop. "Yea, I love my crazy life." He said, as he exited the train back into the rain.
It's not much, but I think about it all the time. It was the way he said it.. I mean, he really MEANT it, in the way you really mean it when you tell someone you're in love with them for the first time, or when you burst into excitement and your eyes light up seeing someone you haven't seen in years. Everyone says so much every day in such robotic fashion that it really startled me. Inspiration in strange places...
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we had a box with some european citynames
and well it looks like we re going to the netherlands for some days.. it ll be fun
after that i had some tortellini and then i tried to get some sleep...that was the fun part cause i couldnt sleep until 5am or something..now im off to my tattooist to get some more ink done..weee