NORTH EAST

 

  Let’s call this girl Jen. Anyway, we got a ride out of New Orleans with a couple of kids we had met that were going all the way up the eat coast, so Jenand I decided to go up to N.Y.C.

  When we rolled into Virginia Beach, the guys with the car said they had to do something in town and dropped us off by the beach but never came back which really pissed us off. I don’t know, maybe they got busted for drinking and driving because we were all hammered or maybe we just smelled bad! In a way I’m happy this happened because Jen and I had a fuckin ball there; just screwing, getting wasted, making killer money on the board walk, and we actually got a motel room for a couple of nights that we were there. Fuck, this would be a wicked city during spring break!

  After a week in Virginia Beach, we stuck out our thumbs and we got a ride in the back of a pickup, but it was one of the ones that had a cab over it and was tall enough for us to stand if we wanted.

  Just after they picked us up, he pulled off the interstate and smoked a sherm with us, which is a cigarette dipped in PCP. This was the first and last time I’ve ever smoked one of those things and holy fuck was I high. TO this day I have no idea how he managed to drive after. I was fucked. I remember cruising down the highway thinking I could jump out of the truck and “tuck and roll” and everything would be all dandy! Well I didn’t do that, as you might have guessed. THe high from smoking it is just the same as when you snort it, th only difference is it only lasts ten minutes when you smoke it, compared to when you snort it, it lasts ten hours.

  We made it up to Washington DC unscathed, so that was good. We then made out wasy up to DuPont circle. Jen’s mom had sent her $60.00, so we went downtown to pick up the money from Western Union. On our way back to DuPOnt circle, she passed out on the subway, and the last couple days I had to play babysitter. That’s not my thing, so I stuck $40.00 bucks in her sock and left her drunk ass there. Hey, at least I didn’t rob her - totally. She probably ended up going to jail for public intox. I never heard from her again, which sucks, but that’s the way the cookie crumbles.

  I took public transit up to Baltimore where I almost got jumped by a couple gang bangers downtown. I wasn’t that keen on sticking around too long and had never heard nothing good about this city, so I found the train yard by with my crew change guide and got the fuck out of dodge. A crew change comes in handy if you don’t know your way to the train yards, IT was written by a guy named New York Slim, and has everything you need to know about hopping trains in Canada and the States, IT tells you what city busses you will have to take to get to the train yard you want to go to, where a good waiting place is, if the workers in this particular yard are dicks, and so on. It’s pretty impressive.

  It was funny, a few years later my buddy Rusty and I were downtoen Tucson panning one day and this huge black dude with a huge ass fuckin buck knife on his side came up to us and asked us if we rode trains. I sadi “yes, what do you need to know?” and then he told us his name was New York Slim and then he vanished it was fuckin weird. We had no clue wher he had gone. We turned our heads for a coupe lof seconds and he was gone. It’s funny because I had just asked the king of train riding what he needed to know.

  This ende dup being the best train rid eI had ever took.When I got to the yardm I foujnd the yard master’s office and went in to ask him when a trin to Phily would be by. (be careful labout doing this because it could land you in jail!) He ende dup being totally fuckin rad and he explained to me that there was a trian headed that way in an hour or so and asked me if I wanted to chat for a while. And told me to throw my beer inthe fridge and have a fuckin seat. SO I’m fuckin hanging out eith the yard master, shooting the shit for a whie till a train pulls up. I say goodbye, grab my beer and head over to the train, where I discover there are only seven box car, all of which are locked, fuck.

  As I was scoping out the train, the engineer sees me and asks where I’m going, so I tell him Philly. He tells me he is going not far from there - right across the water in Deleware. I explain to him that all the box cars are locked up and out of total surprise he says to hop up front with them, really! What! I have never heard of this happening to anyone, ever! I would love to go back to that moment! So that was rad as fuck. I got to ride up in the lead engine for six hours, drinking beer with these guys.

  I made it to Philly by the next afternoon. AFter, I had left Baltimore and headed down to SOuth St wher I ran into a couple kids and went and got some crack.

  It was the first time I ha dseen crack being sold in little vials and I thought it was pretty nifty, I remember thinking I was on that movie New Jack City. I only stayed a couple days in Philly before I took N.J transit up to NYC for liek $10.00, so I was there in a cople hours of leaving Philly. I rode into Grand Central Station and headed over to the lower eastside to the famous Tomkins Square PArk, wow NYC! To tell you the truth I don’t think New York is all it’s cracked up to be. Yes, it’s big and I usually liek big cities but New York is probably my least favourite big city on the east coast. Don’t get me wrong I”ve had some fun here though.

  I ended up meeting a couple kids here that I ended up traveling with named Rex and his girlfriend Allison and their dog, Spazz. I started to do heroin a little too much here this time and I think the only thing that saved me from getting completely strung out was hanging out with Rex because at the time they didn’t fuck around with that shit. We ended up staying in NYC for a couple of weeks just gettng drunk and then took off up to New Haven, Connecticut by public transit that proved to be a big pain in the ass because Spazz was fuckin huge and he hated going in the sleeping bag, so that wasn’t fun.

  WE made a quick stop in Hartford and then tookoff up to Boston where we were going to meet up with one of their friends named Bridget. Rex had told me that this chick was hot and single so I was stoked to meet her. She showed up a few days after we had got there, so we just dicked around for a few days. With Rex who ended up saving some poor fuckwe from me smashing a brick upside his head. Rex would prove to do this kind of shit a couple more times while we were traveling together.

  We went down to the C.S.X yard to hop out but ended up being stuck in the yard for five fuckin days. When we finally made it out, we ended up getting pulled off the train liek an hour after leaving Boston at gunpoint with a TV crew filming in a place called Worcester, Massachusetts. I think I’m probably on that stupid show called Cops. It was funny because Bridget and I were about to fuck when the cops came up the ladder and looked into the gondola and there I was, about to stick Bridget. So the cops made a big show of pulling us off the train for the cameras and took us to jail for trespassing on railroad property. The cops ended up being really nice with us after the cameras were gone and got us in front of a judge in an hour and we got out with a fine. Fuck, we thought we were going to be down a month. Allison was freaking out about her dog and shit, so that was a relief.

  We met some kids that were driving to PRovidence, Rhode Island for a punk rock show so we jumped in the car with them. Man, Bridget is some fuckin lucky. We had just pulled off the interstate going up the off ramp in Providence, wher we had slowed to 15 mph when the back door flew open and Bridget fell out rolling, man did that ever freak us out! We all jumped out and scooped her drunken ass off the side of the roadd, with her being like “huh, whhaat jusssst happpannned.” Fuck, she had a bad case of road rash for weeks after that. That door just came open for no reason. It was fucked and luckily we weren’t still going 60 mph down the interstate. So we put her back in the car and keep going only to be pulled over a few blocks away by the pigs because they thought we had thrown her out of the car.

  Like I said before, Rex saved me from brutalizing a couple people while we traveled together. One night while we were in Providence, we went to a bar and this dude was hitting on Bridget. I really didn’t care because she was just another fuck to me, but what pissed me off was that he offered to buy her a drink but when I asked him to get me one as well, he told me no. WEll the answer resulted in this guy getting beat down with a bar stool - fuck you,  you aren’t going to buy me a drink?!? Hold this you cock sucking faggot! Rex had to pull me off of him and we had to get the fuck out of dodge. Ah, good times!