“From San Diego to Los Angeles we played by the rules. We paid our fares, waited in line, boarded when told to, refrained from smoking, urinated in toilets, kept all limbs inside while the train was in motion, and waited for it to come to a complete stop before disembarking. We behaved like gentlemen…”

“The fact that it was heading to Barstow should’ve been the deal-breaker. Nothing good comes out of Barstow, so anything heading there would likely be fixing to die or stay there forever. But when it pulled through the railway corridor that bisects downtown San Diego – its war timpanis pounding…”

General Manifest, by Braden Diotte