"A congenital loser trapped in a dead-end profession from which he can derive no personal satisfaction, yet possessed of enough self-awareness to recognize the absurdity of his situation."
White
Castle sliders for breakfast, my parting meal from Vegas.
The dill pickle slice is a nice touch. You don't get that
with the freezer case variety.
Leaving Las
Vegas, left, aboard an Amtrak
California bus. Right, Darn, I forgot the lubricant.
Gin &
tonic and a zippy hot link with a surprising snap. Winning.
Traveling
shoes, left. Alert! Blue light and klaxon on an Amtrak
California passenger car, right.
Came into
Modesto well after sunset and found leftovers from Chicago
Pizza. Solid build, nothing fancy, familiar flavors. Also
helps if you’ve just ended a 12-hour trip.
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