The Maze Games of Hungar Running

I like Trains

I got the the platform where the train I was going to go on would be stopping. There were very little people there, but then again, I still had 3 hours until the train came. I looked at the ckock, only a minute passed by. "FUCK THERE'S SO MUCH TIME LEFT!" I mean, all I brought was my sketch book, a couple of pencils, and a book. I'll be done with the book by the time the train comes, I will have drawn everything ever thought of in that ammout of time.

I looked around, there where some tiny shops I could look around in, that'll pass some time. "I SHALL LOOK AT ALL THE SHOPS!" I said, jumping and raising a fist in the air as a bright light shines behind me. I felt like Freckled Jesus for a moment.

All the shops were really boring. Just souvenirs for New York, and like I really needed them. I live in New York. I spent two and a half hours. Thank god. I went back to the platform and a lot mpre people were there. I'm not alone! I sat for thirty minutes, just being lonely. I saw in one of these shops that there was this place called the interwebs, and that it was a wierd and amazing place. I wonder if I could go there some time. Apparently it also entertained people, a lot.

The train arrived and I hear this 70 year-old lady say, "I like trains. NRRREEEEWWWW" What ever that means.