Night Train 2
And now here we were at Grand Central Market, Jack and I. We were hungry and we were dead broke, but the coffee was good, the waitress was pretty, and it was a brand new day. “I didn’t care much for the movie,” Jack said. “ Night of the Living Dead? Naw, it was pretty cheesy.” Grand Central Market. What a place. Nothing like it anywhere in the world. Strangled sea creatures lolling on beds of crushed ice, goggling like embryos torn from the womb. Glistening loaves of bread, steaming kettles of... Sign in to see full entry.