Amtrak It was Judd's 28th birthday. We decided to take a train up to San Fran with another couple. First class, private car, round trip, champagne, only 270 bucks. What a deal. The train pulled away from L.A. easy enough. Judd and I had some decent train sex. The other couple opted to fight (closed quarters, not a great choice). God bless the drinking car.

I remember the train would make periodic stops. Passengers would step off the train to stretch their legs and to smoke, myself included. There were some people selling things at the stops. Some people, already there, were just standing around for no apparent reason. I was just a tourist. I felt like I was travelling alone.  ¶ 2:01 AM