Railroad Train to Heaven – Part I
Nov 2nd, 2009 | By Dan Leo | Category: Railroad Train To Heaven, SeriesI hate the beach, and truth be told I’m not all that crazy about sunshine.
I hate the beach, and truth be told I’m not all that crazy about sunshine.
I find this very soothing. My own world these past months had grown far too fantastic in itself.
I did something I should not have done yesterday.
I prepare myself for oblivion. All is well. Home (my aunts’) is a mere few blocks’ staggering distance.
She, being this woman from my disgraceful evening at the Pilot House, this “Rhonda” or whomever.
“You!” she shrieked. “You!”
It’s occurred to me that I started writing this nonsense with the idea of a memoir and yet so far I’ve only written about my present state.
Is it my duty as a Catholic to work, even if Mother and I can easily get by on my half-pay and my savings?
It has been a week or so since my last entry in these my memoirs, but I’ve not been completely idle.
Now I wake each morning in my tiny attic room, I stretch and yawn, another glorious day of idleness awaits me.
Sloshing in with the tide I saw a group of four people gathered round a little fire.