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Train Hopping

After three years of travel by foot, bicycle, bus and plane, Brian Cray hopped his first freight train outta Flagstaff, AZ, riding blind on a boxcar on the Southern Transcon.  He had no idea what he was doing or where he was going, but somewhere between the chaos, the innocence, the paranoia, train hopping stuck with him through the years, flowing in his gypsy blood.  Now he spends his free time between jobs wandering the country by freight train whenever he has the money and the time.

Day 1 – Mount Royal and the Raccoons

Mount Royal and the Raccoons To avoid crossing the border by foot, I took a Greyhound to Montreal, which did not go smoothly by any means. It never...

Gettin’ Flooded

“This story is from the winter of 2017 after I gave Kelly most of my money to pay off her credit card debt, and traveled America on little to no money as...

Under a “Needle-Infested” Bridge

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Crimson Flames of the Past

At times I feel lost drifting, wishing, hoping, dreaming, for that tender voice to soothe my lost soul of its loneliness and ineptitude like the sanctity of an angel... But with greed eating the souls of our youth I only wonder...

Don’t Get Nothin’

Don't get nothin' outta days work. Don't get nothin' outta ridin' free. Don't get nothin' outta in between. The most I get is in my dreams.