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A man in his fifties in Spokane, Washington state
If I can pour some of the water off of here, there’s your dinner. What you don’t want, leave. I’ll fry up for breakfast. If I can pour some of the water off of here, there’s your dinner. What you don’t want, leave. I’ll fry up for breakfast. Talking of home, guess this is mine. For now. Been here two months this time round. Bridge keeps me dry. A few bits of wood, cardboard, keeps out the cold. Got me a fireplace, chair. Not too far from the tracks. It’s got so I can’t sleep unless I hear the trains go by. Good thing is, it’s off the bulls’ jurisdiction. Sure they seen me. They know I ride the rails, but they ain’t bothered me. Not like the bastards in Tampa. Damn near broke my arm down there. Anyhow, I’m in no hurry. I got used to it here. People drop by. Sometimes you sit, watch the trains, the sunset, the rain. Sometimes you talk. Tell your story if you’ve a mind to. Trouble is, memory changes things. Things you want to forget. Things you want to remember that never happened. Happens to everybody. Gets so, nobody’s story’s true. Not yours, not mine. But it’s all we got. Next story: Ben and Joe's 
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"Sometimes you sit, watch the trains, the sunset, the rain. Sometimes you talk. Tell your story if you've a mind to. Trouble is, memory changes things. Things you want to forget. Things you want to remember that never happened. Happens to everybody. Gets so, nobody's story's true. Not yours, not mine. But it's all we've got." First and Fiftieth As a boy I dreamt of riding freight trains across the States. The romantic in me saw only the endless horizons, not the demons that might drive men to spend their lives unrooted. Then in the early 1990s I saw a BBC documentary on hoboes. The result, several years later, was this story - one of the shortest and one of my favourites. E-BOOK: £3.50 
PAPERBACK: from £6.00 signed copy from the author from the publisher Paradise Press by the author 
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