I couldn't leave Chris up there, lost in Nevada, hot, and probably starving to the point of becoming a skeleton. Tracking over last year proved futile, and I started to get worried that I'd need to leave and find more provisions to last me a couple of months. Hell, I even waited at my job at the local Burger King as a cashier.Ĭhris did come back, but not until next year.įog had rolled in at that point, and it was getting darker, the night painting the sky a navy blue. I waited until the sun was cracking through the trees, and then I waited until that night, sitting on my porch step, feigning off sleep deprivation to see my friend come back. I waited hours for Chris to come back from his trip. I waited for days on the front porch with my best buds. Then he went with his equipment, and a couple of snacks and refreshments for the trip to Nevada. I refused, as usual, and he went on his merry way to hop aboard a train.
I'm usually the one who bails him out of prison because of his actions, specifically, "Trespassing on public property". I bought him some medicine and as days went on, his health starts to come back and asked me if I'd want to go train-hopping with him. It was allergy season and he came back from Atlanta, Georgia, coughing and sniffling. Days went by and things died down since he's been sick with the flu. He's been always on the road a lot, and likes to use trains to get to places, and to come home from his travels.
A horizontal zigzag, signifying a barking dog.A triangle with hands, signifying that the homeowner has a gun.Draw a bunch of symbols that says stuff like: I'd comment him back, but he'd just get to enthralled on his expeditions that, for some stupid reason, he'd go and do what hoboes tend to do. Usually, Chris would post images on his Facebook page, and I'd see the places he had gone to via locomotive. As for me, I never liked to train-hop, I'd just go ghost hunting with the rest of my college friends. To him, train-hopping is a passion, an obsession, he can't go a day without traveling around the world, seeing sites and wonders Mother Earth has in store for him. Take my friend, Chris, as a prime example he's been train-hopping his entire life, going from place-to-place, practically thrill-seeking just for the fun of it. Yeah, it's, practically, God's way of giving you a wedgie. It's the only way I can put it in distinction, and once you start leaving everything behind, you'll start getting heat from a shit ton of people. And I don't think I'm gonna take that chance any time soon, and hopefully, you'd agree with me on that. You might think to yourself, is this really what you want to do with your life? I'll tell you first hand, the majority of people will consider you, if you start train-hopping, as a second rate citizen.
Don't get me wrong, there's many awesome people within it, but for the most part it's a cesspool of dumb decisions.
Quite frankly, it's the complete opposite. I'm not trying to scare anyone, but the whole "traveling" community in America is not the most accepting community out there (to put it lightly). You do realize, the type of people that hop trains are face-tatted, nothing to live for, alcoholic drug addicts, looking for dumb kids to get a new pack or whatever? Ever see a bunch of degenerate looking folk with several dogs and a forty asking for their change outside of Seven-Eleven? The people you decide to blatantly ignore? That's the people you now have to sleep under a bridge with if you train-hop somehow get thrown into the drunken night without getting robbed, or worse, the shit kicked of. But at the same time, you have to have some common sense and be able to use whatever equipment you got.įor example, a lot of you are, probably, thrill-seekers looking to throw caution to the wind, or a bunch of middle-class kids that don't know what they're doing. But, if you go on YouTube and see what these people do, then yeah, they're the guys you'd want to go to.ĭon't get me wrong, it's not really that hard. But, I've never been in the mood to travel by train, so, you're probably not gonna get some advice from me. first of all, I'm not here to be the killer of anyone's dreams or aspirations. Train-hopping is a very romantic idea, You know, "Fuck everything! Fuck any obligations! Fuck the world! Fuck where were going, let's just get on a train and see where life takes us!" So, after seeing an overwhelming amount of posts over the last year or so, regarding first timers, train-hopping (or traveling), I figured I'd write this. "My Friend Went Train-Hopping and Never Came Back, What Came Back Wasn't My Friend" by TheDarkCat97
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