After having a heavy night in one of the many dive bars found within Hell’s Kitchen, it was a case of struggling to get our stuff organised for our train ride down to New Jersey. I have noticed that we have a habit of drinking too much the night before our departure date. There was some drama on the train down to New Jersey. The Amtrak agent behind the counter gave Paul the wrong ticket (the destination was the same but the time was incorrect). Being fans of the Indiana Jones trilogy (we both refuse to acknowledge the existence of the last “movie”) we were expecting Paul to be thrown off the train in a manner similar to the scene from “Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade”. Thankfully we were at our destination by the time
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