Night Train 1
Donald O’Donovan Night Train I was doing my laundry in the men’s room of the all-night movie and who do I run into but Jack. Little Jack, Jack with the red hat. Tony’s Jack. It was Friday or Saturday, last week. I’m wringing out my socks in the sink and in he walks. Jack was thrashed. His clothes were ragged and dirty and his red hat was full of stickers. He’d been sleeping out with the coyotes. And no Tony. I put my things in a plastic garbage bag and we went back out, sat down and shared a bag... Sign in to see full entry.