I want to get on a train and look out the windows with you. Man, that’d be something. We’d get high and appreciate the **** outta those landscapes as they rolled past our windows. You’d make some joke about valleys and I’d make some weird noise and the middle aged business woman down the row would scowl and put in her ear plugs when we started talking about that girl we saw back at Union. ****, we’d have a great run. And when we finally got off and blinked a couple a time it wouldn’t really matter that we ended up in Portland when we were trying to get to Seattle ‘cause they’ve gotta have at least one Thai restaurant in Portland.