Lost. Not on an island. Well, actually I am on an island. But I'm not stuck here because of a plane crash. As a fan of the English language, you'd think letters were my friends. But not when an F or V or B or N or whatever some deranged guy that named the trains makes sense out of nonsense. Some times straight is straight, other times straight is fuckin' crooked. Except you never know when straight is straight or straight is fucked.
And so it went when I first got lost on the train. I walked the same steps I walked for seven days, just at a different time. Got on the right train, but didn't get off at the wrong stop. Then changed the wrong way at the right track. Followed by walking up and down the same set of stairs three times, second guessing myself because of previous errors. Are you confused yet? Imagine my mindset after a few drinks. Long story short, F and V are as different as, well, F and V. My bad...lesson learned.
I have since made similar mistakes, but have managed to not make the multitude of mistakes I made that night. What was normally a 25 minute train ride took an hour and a half that night. And so it goes.
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