when I was 19, I rode the northeast regional all night from providence to dc, and woke up at 4 am to a dude in a suit (almost certainly coked out) offering me a beer and a slice of cold pizza. I declined the beer but for some reason ate the pizza.

anyways he got off at philly, left the remaining half of the six pack on the seat, then went immediately to a meeting.

There are higher beings on the train occasionally