Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Stereotypical Hobo

I made it out of the city in one piece. I didn't have enough money to buy a ticket, so I hopped on a freight train like a hobo from an old movie. It worked pretty well, though, especially since it's not quite getting cold enough to be more than vaguely uncomfortable.

I'm not even sure where I am-I've been hopping off to find food whenever we come to a trainyard in a town big enough to look promising, then hopping the next train I can. I'm always a little scared I'll get caught and get in trouble, but I guess they don't really care too much as long as I don't muck up the cargo and I stay hidden. I'm stuck here overnight, which is why I'm finally taking the time to update this blog.

I haven't had any time to chase any leads, I'm just trying to survive.

7 comments:

  1. Excuse me? If you're really apologetic, you should give me some answers.

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  2. But I don't want to explain the reference! It's kind of complicated and its WAY past the time when it was topical.

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    1. Explain what you know about what's going on. You can keep your reference, that's fine.

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    2. If you've been to the tutorial you might know more than me. I've never read it. I just pretend to quote it!

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    3. But you work/worked for the thing. You must know something.

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    4. Daddy does not 'talk' to me. NO HUGS! Just blood, and pus, and giant eyes. They're singing and they're bleeding. They're singing and I'm screaming. And THE SCREAMING WON'T STOP RINGING AS I PRAY, PLEASE GOD AM I DREAMING!

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    5. ... I didn't mean to do that.

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