"Strange. I remember the scenery outside the train most of all. The green rolling hills... and the sky... I feel like I was actually on that train." David Mulhern
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©2001 david mulhern

I was riding home on this train in what seemed like the countryside of Japan. On the train, sitting on seats around me, were Asian guys. We had just gotten back from a trip to America. We were on our way home...

The guy next to me had what looked like a taco shell for a face. Deep inside the shadows of the taco shell I could almost make out a human face.

He was talking to me about his trip. He said that he had come to America to listen to hip-hop music... but he said he could only find this type of music within a small square mile.

He played a song for me. I felt bad for him, the music wasn't even in English. He'd come all that way and ended up with an import.

I even asked him if it was an import... nobody answered.

There was another guy who went there for a different reason. He had a strange growth coming out of his shirt by his left shoulder. It looked like a deformed pinky finger.

Everyone was disappointed about their trip...

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