bug called me last night. he was riding the trains. it got too wet and he hid his tent. i hear bad things about the trains. bug says he's just trying to stay out of trouble, but i'm a moving target he says. we talked about the wars and the people in power. so, the wrong people are in power. so, what are we going to do? and i don't know, i say maybe if, but i don't know, i was riding with him by telephone, pacing the kitchen, wondering what are we going to do, we're speeding through the dark on a dangerous train.