I used to take Amtrak to Santa Ana a lot and ride my bike to Costa Mesa to hang out with friends. This was before hangovers affected me.
This nice young man was on the same train as I was. He spent a good 30 minutes talking to an old Asian lady about these flowers and how hard they were to grow. 10 seconds later he was out cold. It made me wonder who he was delivering them to. Guess I'll never know.
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