riding trains to new york

before nyc (typing really fast, on a 47minute crunchtime)
got into montreal successfully.
a midget on our carshare left her pillow behind. dave took it, it was down feathered.
bought our last lunch of bagels and ate a whole containter of creamcheese under the trees on top of the pigeons. drank wine and smoked cigarettes in the park.
ran into a guy from spartacus books in vancouver. he was having throwing a party on mont royal street.
we met our couchsurfers, they (all three) are film students. they took us out to a quebecois tradition. kareeoke karoekee karaoke (fuck it) and drinking labatt 50s, i mean huge labatts, like one and your done. it was hilarious there was an old fat lady wearing gold sequens with long black curly hair dj'ing the night and lip singing all the songs. what was best about it, most of them were in french.
woke up at 5:30am to walk to the station where i will depart dave.
i'm leaving my favorite city of montreal for new york. we walked down st. catherines and saw the walk of shame (all the dancers leaving the after party - high and delerious, stumbling out onto the street full of broken bottles, puke, wrappers, half eaten burgers...etc.)
"Their jaws, or their chin bone? Man this is good chewing gum"
On the train to new york there were these abandoned power lines or telephone poles that followed the entire length of the trip. some were completely submerged in these swampy like sections of a river, other were hanging on the edge with full might. Passed alot of fishermen who all waved at the passing train, and alot of american flags. There were christian rockers accross from me, and an old man who smelled of all-dressed chips beside me, wearing a suit.

I got into the subway station Penn station, when it hit me.

All these people milling, just conveyor belts of humans going in all directions, over the loudspeaker a black person with a thick ny accent screaming words i dont understand (may as well have been french). Finally found the hostel after transfering subways 3 times. Its a crumy shack. It looks like a front. There is no sign of a hostel anywhere, theres just this huge sign that reads "kung fay do - bakery" Anyway found the buzzer and went up. They were expecting me.
Australlians everywhere.
Went out on the streets (forgetting it was a saturday night) to get some food. People everywhere, it was humid like a dogs breath and it was raining, hard.
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met an actor from DC and a lady from london who i spent the day with. we hit times square first. I am never going back. for reasons you may work out. the one thing found interesting is that there were green lawn chairs in the middle of the street for tourists to sit in. They faced all different directions for about 3 large city blocks. Walked to soho, grenich, chealsea. The rain is intense and hard, but only lasts a few minutes. Its tremendously humid. Went to the Anthology film archives, saw a japanese film from 1957 about Keirin Bicycler Racers.

Today. First day on my own:
Took the train to Strands.
Took 5 subways in the wrong direction. Strands is a huge bookstore. I bought Blood Meridian and got a map of the city finally.
Took the train uptown to Grand Central Station. Walked down to 42nd and Avenue of the Americas where I am now in the New York Public library. The most amazing library I have ever seen. Its all wood, marble, murals, its like if the renaissance was alive in the 1930s and barfed out its interiors. The people here are really nice and will help with directions.
I may go to Central Park today, as the moma is closed on monday.
The sky is white, nothing but white.