I’ve known him one out of an I Promise Honey This Is My Last Beer Shirt the two days I’ll be on a train from Los Angeles to New Orleans but when people repeat things five times in the space of as many minutes, you figure it’s their go-to fascinator. That phrase feels familiar.
Knowing smiles, and one an I Promise Honey This Is My Last Beer Shirt more order of Finlandia vodka. According to George, his destiny is the Sunset Limited. A 123-year-old inter-city train chugging from California to Louisiana via Arizona, New Mexico, and Texas. The loquacious lounge car attendant has been mixing Screwdrivers, microwaving hot pockets.
And announcing his I Promise Honey This Is My Last Beer Shirt imminent breaks over a crackling loudspeaker on the Sunset for 20 years and he’s come to know a few things about travelers. How they’ll see two whole days of nothing but mountains, Mojave Desert, and bayou country gaping soulfully on the horizon and strike up easy, cost-sharing friendships with an enthusiasm reserved especially for the impending and particular horror of prolonged confinement.