My family and some friends do not want me to come back east to the font of health from the plague-ridden West on my pale iron horse. Partially this is because they are afeared by the media panic that I will infect them, even though I am the most fastidious and cleanly person any of them know. My mother is also afraid that I will be arrested for breaking Governor Hogan's laws prohibiting travel into Maryland.
Some how, after breaking Pennsylvania and Alleghany County laws when I step off of Amtrak property in Pittsburg, I have to find a quarantine tent to stay in for 2 weeks before seeing an unsuited person and then, I have to do the same thing when I enter Maryland, taking a month to move a yard across the state line as a tolerated entity.
As I travel east on a federal-sanctioned strip of rails 100 feet wide, every time I seek my former haunts in those various states I will be breaking numerous crisis ordinances. I sincerely hope I get stoned by a robed tribe of ancient Levantine social justice warriors so I have a good story.
I now start traveling east by stages, into the sickening soul-crushing bowels of the Satanic Beast known as The East.
I have friends and fighters who still want to associate with me. My family might fear my boot tread outside their pure door, but Oliver, my Jamaican boxer and a couple other fast friends have extended the hand of welcome, saying I will always have a place to lay my head.
Darling Lady Lockhart has sent me a package of camo bandanas, so that I will be able to board the train in my duster and train robber mask in sinister style, with a polypropylene pimp cane instead of a Colt .45.
My balance is good enough so I don't have to touch anything while walking on the train. I plan on rereading and annotating Thucydides on the trip and noting the various levels of hate, ostracism, paranoia and medieval mindset among the fear-stricken cattle of this crippled country for my travel writing.
Pandemic permitting, I should be back online on April 22.
In the meantime thank you for your support at the eventide of our withering kind.
-James, 11:38 A.M., 4/14/2020, Portland, Oregon
I will be headed to 6666 Caucasian Avenue in Northeast Baltimore, which is currently the most violent precinct in Harm City for the first time in hoodrat history. I will be honored to report from the front lines—yo. The Boyz have 81 kills on the year, on track for a 6th year of greatness.
Yo boys will be racking 88 in a week once the supply chain breaks. Get yo popcorns now.
If only we could give them old Wehrmacht .88 flak guns!
Nice sharing the lounge car with you...at a safe social distance of course. Good luck on your trip home, and stay safe out there.
Dale
Dale the Human!
You have two chapters in the book I finished on the train.
Take care, Sir.
I googled mapped:6666 Caucasian Avenue in Northeast Baltimore
Below is what populated!
google.com/maps/search/6666+Caucasian+Avenue+in+Northeast+Baltimore/@39.3407456,-76.5849747,17z/data=!3m1!4b1
Thank you!