I almost made my own font there. it's called, "crap."
Seriously, though... drawing those words was a little fun, but it would seem to me that I wouldn't like doing the work.
Grand Central Station was something I was fascinated with as a child growing up in Decatur. There is a GCS of sorts in Decatur that was physically picked up and moved from it's original spot and put somewhere not so much in the way. Now it's something of an icon for the city. I'm not fond of Decatur, but that building can stay.
Back in the day when the railroads were the only hip way to travel, train stations were big deals. In 1869 the two oceans flanking the US were connected by a golden spike in Utah. Sometimes I think what it must have been like to take your first train ride... those massive, loud as fuck machines churning out smoke and speed as they crawl across the lands you had never seen before. There are people all around you that you've never seen before but looking at them you can instantly see and recognize the same look of wonder that they must see in you. The whistle blows and when I get off the train, I hang up my top hat and cane and go back to hanging posters of Winona Ryder in Paul's office.
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