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Show 91 surround us like a large plastic dome. There was a light piercing breeze moving along the tracks. The place they jumped onto the train was about a mile further down than I usually walked. There was a station of sorts there, surrounded by trailers. Next to the trailers were large netted cages full of an assortment of unlikely animals- ostriches mingling with pigs, peacocks and deer. We weren't far from the freeway, but trees blocked the view. I never knew this place existed. I didn't know where they were heading. Blake as usual acted as if there was nothing else to do but what he was doing. He was still trying to talk me into going with them; trying to describe the exhilaration of jumping on a slow-moving train, crouching, getting comfortable and watching the colors change with the angle of the sun as you blur through places where cars don't drive and people seldom walk. He smiled and stared brightly-his eyes looked scary when he smiled like that, adventure and invincibility swirling through the coffee brown before focusing in the black pupil center. Jen was less verbose, and her eyes stayed their usual calming color of lemon and water, but she looked excited, too-if a little more nervous about the actual jumping onto a moving train. I mentioned that I've known Jen since high school, but I don't know her well. We were in a few classes together, were co-DJs on Pleasant Grove High's KPGR radio station. And even though I used to go home from our show and write in my journal about how one week I wish she would just stop talking for even half a minute during songs, I did always admire her ability to say what she was thinking. And I was surprised to see that she had taken so well to jumping on trains, and to |