Dear Vice,
I sat across from this treat on a 55-hour train ride across the US. His thermos was full of Bud Light and I suspect he was doing drugs in the bathroom.
Halfway through the trip, he pulled out a can opener, calmly placed it
on the tray in front of him, but never used it. He’s everything I love
to hate about middle America, all rolled up into one greasy
package.
PENELOPE