FEELING GO - THE MYSTERY TRAIN
(REMEMBER: IF YOU'RE MENTIONED BY NAME ITS COS I LOVE YOU DEARLY. IF YOU'RE NOT, ITS ONLY TO PROTECT MYSELF IN THE LIBEL COURT)
THE MYSTERY TRAIN
QUESTION: Would I lie to you?
Okay, there wasn't that much of a mystery to it. But if you take one blues travelling Yorkshireman, one young funny as fukk fast talking LA sports journalist, an Irish American New Yorker with a penchant for drink and cigs and a pretty as a peach mad as an orange college girl from Wisconsin, and you then stick them together with some LA South Central gangsta' s girls, middleaged anglophiles, shamanic native american transcendental mural painters, Roswell Military School students, pathological liars, on an underpowered unreliable train which has a tendancy to overheat stranding the passengers in the middle of the desert. Then you add to a liberal quantity of beer and stronger drink.... well, what do you expect?
There was kind of too much going on here even for me to handle. Lets just say that after hangovers, heart attacks, femme fatales, stories straight outta Compton, I was glad to be able to bail off the train at the first available time to find myself.... in Raton New Mexico.
Where?
Exactly.
Raton is a cowboy town. No, a REAL cowboy town. Real enough to have men in stetsons, chapps and spurs chink-chinking with every step town Main Street, chewing on beef jerky as they go. I went into a cowboy outfitters, the upper walls were lined with battered hats which customers had retired there when they picked up another new one. Each had a fond message of farewell attached to them. I killed time in the town talking to a wrinkly walnut faced shop owner who talked to me of the intricacies of beef jerky which seemed to be ubiquiteous throughout the town's stores. I know you men and women of principle will tutt and shake your heads, but, hey, when in Rome...
I killed time with a pizza and a soda looking at the longest train I have ever seen, stretching from horizon to horizon, no word of a lie. I then caught a bus up to Colorado Springs where I spent a night trying to get my sanity back after the Mystery Train.
Okay, I'm still being elusive. Maybe I'll spin the whole story some other time.
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