Also, I wasn’t kidding about avoiding my linguistics paper.
I am in Union Station in downtown LA waiting to get my seat assignment and I'm noticing the bizarre plethora of humanity arrayed around me in the waiting area and I'm struck by the fact that not a single average seeming person will be taking the train with me out across the desert night. These are some of my travel companions:
Guy in camo overall shorts
Fat version of a rockabilly friend of mine
Samuel L. Jackson's soft spoken younger brother
Infant with an iPhone
Very old woman with arm cast
Obese rednecks talking about their trip to Paris
Dirty hippie with no shoes but two guitars
An aggressively large number of people wearing Hawaiian print clothing.
Man with a gambling problem who claims to live in a condemned lighthouse near 3rd street in Laguna Beach.
Guy who I swear to god is Powers Boothe
Asian Jennifer Lawrence
Man with apparently one tooth
Dude in khaki-colored jeans and straw hat and beard who can only possibly be a paleontologist.
Emma Stone if she dyed her hair that great shade of dark red and wore Hello Kitty sweats and, you know, rode on trains
Dude who ... I don't even know how to describe. Looks kind of like a wolf wearing a black Panama hat with a red feather in it, and suspenders, and a gray sweater that can't possibly fit him tied around his waist, and the combat boots his pants are ducked into.
Neck tattoo guy in mesh Dogers jersey.
A lone glossy black electric guitar, apparently left behind but sitting in a chair in the waiting area trying to be as dignified as it can be under the circumstances.
Woman with birthday balloons
Old leathery skinned couple with matching windbreakers
Duck Dynasty lookin' motherfucker
Black British hipster
Amtrak employee announcing that at any moment the power may go out ... that's odd, right?
(Here is the view from inside the waiting area.)