Traveling Incog

Every time that I ride the train, I do so incognito. I never pay. I
try every ticket machine to see if it will take my credit card, and
when it doesn't I board. I have no ticket. 20 rides later and I have
yet to see someone check. Regardless, I try to pay every time. And
when it doesn't work, I write it off. I assume that for this ride, I'm
spent. I did my best.

So everytime I go downtown there's an inclination to figure out if I
am going to make it. And yet here I am, watching the horizontal world
pass like a kaleidoscope as the man three seats up makes passes at a guy
reading the sports page.

I am, in this pose, a ticketless entrepreneur. I survive from stop
to stop expecting that my invisibility is my guise.

Wiloiooooo drunk.
--------------------------

Note: I should have never enabled the ability to update my blog via my phone. This is a horrible idea.