connecticut
Mistaking a machine dispensed receipt for an actual train ticket, I was assumed to be a bearded vagrant trying to talk his way into free transportation. Thank you kind MTA employee for letting me slide.
I’m safely in New Haven, freeloading. With luck I will have an apartment in New York soon, and with further luck, employment.
It seems I’m too late to witness the section of New Haven that had been converted to 1957 for the filming of Indiana Jones 4. Fortunately, this lowers my odds of intoxicatedly running into Shia LaBeouf at Louis Lunch to most likely zero. Would have been awkward.
The comic shop within walking distance is located next door to a liquor store. This is something that should be less of a rarity.