Random Scrap:
Sean I think was his name. We met an evening before and headed to get a dinner and some pretty expensive wine. I wasn't paying. I wore a white dotted shirt and fully enjoyed absorbing all the compliments coming my way. He worked in Delaware, something to be with banking. Later on his friend would join us making jokes about smoking pot. When the bill came I didn't even pretend to try paying. Triple digits was all I saw on the bill. When the train stopped at Washington DC all the headache was gone. I was going to stay at a hostel again and meet Ania, my high school friend who was doing one of the work holidays programs at a nearby theme park. We drank wine of the stairs of the hostel and I headed back to Los Angeles the next day.