Chapter 10

By the time Thomas left France for good, he was fluent in French, which was ironic because it would do him next to no good in North America. But I still envy him because I wish I could speak it.


On his trip home, Thomas had a layover in New York of about 6 hours. This is because he didn't make much money moving large rocks so he had to take the cheapest flight he could find. There were no movies on this flight, but that was ok with Thomas. He slept for the first half of the flight. What wasn't ok with Thomas was that there were a few instances in which he experienced level 8 turbulence. This woke him up, and kept him awake.


He was in a bad mood when he reached New York, and his eyes were bloodshot, and his contacts had dried up so he had to wear his glasses.


Since he had a 6-hour layover, he decided to leave the airport and walk around the city a little bit. He hoped to find good cheap food, which he heard was easy to find in New York.


A concierge at a nearby hotel recommended a Sports Bar that was within walking distance she said had delicious burgers.

She, like most Americans, was overweight.

Thomas took her word for it.

Thomas hadn't had a cheeseburger in a long time that wasn't McDonald's, and that brightened his mood.



Of course, the bar was a front for Randal's son's Underground Indie Hub.

Sports Bars tend to be things that Indie people don't like. And that is why Randal's son can brag that his Indie Hub is 'Underground'

It also has a really cool trap door that goes underground.

At least I think it's really cool. You'll have to find out yourself if it actually is cool. But instead of being hinged, it sinks when you step on it and it slowly lowers you down about the speed Han Solo gets lowered when he gets frozen in carbonate.



As it were, while Thomas was eating his burger, he had a house beer that was pretty good. By this time, Thomas was 24.

He went to go talk to the bartender about the beer, because he literally had nothing better to do and he was lonely.

The bartender tricked Thomas into stepping onto the trap door. Thomas was surprised, but not as surprised as he was interested by the trap doors function, so he rode it down.

The bartender often tricked people with the trap door, he was kind of pathetic that way.


Thomas watched Cederstrom that evening, he thought they were pretty damn good. He also thought that Katie was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Far more beautiful than Clair, and she was better looking than Katie by any rational standards.

He got way too drunk and forgot about his flight to Canada.

This story is a bit too predictable. And yet, sometimes, life is too.