By then, all back on the Same Train. I had seen this train and I knew all the conductors, too. You back again. It’s me, Miss Balance Finding Life in each lung tissue rain of spit and juices he blew up. Is this the same guy who walked in a bar.  Yes. The bar was gone and so were the people in it. Just try getting on the 59th Street Bridge at 5:15pm. I like the limos where I can drink Rum and Cokes in the back. Put my feet up. Andrew’s chivarly is cleverly disguised as coming from each commoners bridge to where he came from in the going home and the sparkles at the brim.