Well, we figured it was time to get out of Golden.
We'd spent the last six hours getting drunk in garbage cans, puking, bothering the locals, and making homeless buffoons of ourselves. We'd relocated with Fernweh, who'd replaced his depressed demeanor with a much happier one - he'd just needed a few hours by himself to regroup his mind and make some new friends. A new friend is a surefire way to help you out of a rough time.
It had been a good day, but we figured we'd already expended Golden for all of its resources. We'd made 70 bucks and a bunch of friends, and figured that the small town didn't really offer much more. We headed down to the train bridge to make camp.
The walk was short but rewarding. When we arrived at the bridge, we saw a tag dedicated to our old travel "friend," aka travel pet, from Portland (henceforth known as Portland.) The tag said Dear Portland John: Go suck so many dicks that you end up in jail and get deported.
We busted a gut and promptly passed out because we were wasted, thus sleeping through however many trains rolled through at night. We awoke at sunlight and realized how visible we were to passers by, train workers and police, so we headed down the highway to find a more viable spot.
There wasn't one, but a train rolled up and stopped right beside us. We double checked the road for traffic. There was some, but not much, considering it was only 7 am. This was our only chance though, so we ran the risk of the few cars we saw calling the cops as we formed into the alpha position and bolted towards the slave. Two of us hit the front door of the unit, two of us hit the back.
For my first time in a few years of train hopping, I found the door of the unit locked. Me and Aids frantically looked around. Should we run to the back of the train? There were too many cars now, but we had no other choice but to expose ourselves again. Before doing so, we hammered on the door.
Fortunately, just as another car turned the corner behind us, Scrib opened the front door for us and we bolted inside, throwing ourselves to the floor and hiding beneath the guise of the unit's wall.
Before long, we were rolling out of Golden. We'd made it - again.
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