Levi’s Bloaaaagh

Taking the night train puts all train traveling in perspective. Sure there are weird people traveling by day, but at night, the train is the kingdom of the outcasts, crackheads and the drunk and disorderly.

It was last Saturday night when me and a friend took the night train from Utrecht back to Amsterdam after a night of excessive dancing. Two girls joined me and my friend in the booth we were sitting in. Giggling, like little schoolgirls. I frowned. For a couple of minutes they couldn’t get a hold of themselves. So I asked, to break the ice: "Whatever crack you’ve smoked, have you got some left for me? It seems like good stuff." The giggling stopped and was replaced by an awkward silence. I’m used of people not getting my jokes, so I’m also used of people not laughing at what I think is hilarious. My buddy laughed. But then again, it’s mostly his line, the crack-thing. 

The girls started talking to us. Well, talking, it was mostly me trying to make fun of them and them by not responding to my inappropriate responses (are you still following this?). I didn’t like them. But then again, I usually don’t like crackheads.