I never told You what to do, what you ought to do.

So you waited this long and you’re gonna take a train, not the plane?

SAD PR BY DENNIS MYERS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 106

He waited. He waited three days before buying the train ticket to Chicago. Then He gave his old friend Job a call. Could he water the plants for the next week or so?

Job took a cab to meet Him at Pennsylvania Station to collect the keys to the apartment. On the way down from Manhattan’s Upper West Side, Job looked out at the people on the street and played a guessing game, trying to predict step by step where these people were headed, the young man in the black suit on the kerb, the mother pushing the stroller, the two lesbians swinging hands at the red light. Yet not for a moment could he sense a pattern in their movements.

At the station the destinations on the departures board gave Job some clues, but he could still not divine any ultimate destination or rationale for the passengers getting there. Then Job thought what did he profit if he guessed right?

He sat do…