Runaway (on a) Train

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Runaway (on a) Train

You know, it’s funny. You always hear about kids running away. Like the funny little toddlers that try to pack a bag, usually consisting of their favorite toy and some candy, and then running into the front lawn.

Or a teen, trying to get away, leaves and never returns. Packs their bags and leaves in the dead of night.

But you never hear about adults running away. Nope. Not once. But I’m running away.

Oh yes, and I’m never going back.

It’s not like I have any kids or anything. No one’s going to miss me. It’s literally just me in this big old world. So why do I have to stay, stuck in some place I hate?

I don’t.

And that’s the beauty of it.

I just took my wallet and my card, and I jumped on this train. I’ll probably get off when I find somewhere pretty. Or until I run out of land.

I’ll either jump on a boat or onto another train. That would be nice. A boat I mean.

Maybe I’ll get a job on some fishing boat like you see in the movies. Maybe. I’m not sure how realistic that is. I’ll probably end up in some weird town, at yet another cashier job.

And that’s the beauty of it.

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I can go anywhere. Right now, I can go anywhere.

I have no family, no wife, no kids, no friends. My mom and dad died, so no one’s going to come looking for me. I don’t have a big corporate job, or some good opportunity I’ll be passing up. By staying back home, I’d be passing up the opportunity to do this!

To travel, to explore, to see the world. Who else gets to do this? Not many. Not many at all.

I forgot to tell you that I don’t have any arms. Or legs.

I know what you’re thinking, how is he typing this? How did he get on the train? How is he not completely dependent on somebody else?

The truth is, I never even learned to type when I had arms. So now I just use speech to text programs on my phone.

As for the depending completely on someone else part, that’s true, I wouldn’t be able to survive in a world like this without someone to help me.

Have you heard of seeing eye dogs? I think they’re supposed to be for blind people, but I think they help old people and people with autism and downs syndrome too. Well, I think something like that. I have a seeing eye fish. I have him on a leash, tied to my left arm stump.

His name is Arnold.

Honestly though, it’s not like he really helps me that much. Don’t tell him I said this, ever, he’s very irritable, but he’s just lazy. There I said it. Arnold, my seeing eye fish, is lazy. I basically always have to drag him behind me whenever I go somewhere.

Well the train just stopped at some nice mountainous place, and I like it, so I’m going to get off here. With Arnold.

The End

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