Here we have a leftover pic from my train voyage to DC, to meet up with my pals Chuck, Amanda, Jimmy and Oona. Love that train ride, there's nothing like it. You won't see this scene from I-95. Sure, you have to leave in the middle of the night, but sleeping on the train is a whole lot easier than sleeping on a fucking plane, or even in a van, for that matter, especially when there's a kid named David pummeling your seat from behind.