Night Train 10
I ran into Jack again. He had his arm all the way down a trashcan in front of a yoga studio on Hollywood Boulevard. He looked up at me and flashed a gap-toothed grin. “Hi bro!” Then he came up with the prize he’d been digging for: a tall paper cup with the straw still sticking out of the top. “Smoothie,” he said, smacking his lips. “Pineapple. Still cold. Want some?” “I’ll pass, Jack.” We took a stroll down “Halloween Boulevard” and Jack filled me in on what had been happening in his so-called... Sign in to see full entry.