Day 0

The boat docked with a dry thud, those screaming fucking kids hadn’t stopped being sick for the last several days, Tommy was glad to get the fuck off this rust bucket.

The mouth of the Delaware river oozed scum into the Atlantic, just like it freely accepted it into the polluted womb of this new world.

Tommy flicked the smouldering end of a sodden butt over the port side of the ship, watching it turn end over end as it disappeared into the gloom.  The last exhaust of thick smoke curled from his nose as he flicked up his collar and moved toward the gang plank.

“Fuck this fucking weather and fuck this East Coast” he muttered to himself as he clomped down the rails to shore with the rest of the desperate nobodies.

His first job was to get a ticket away from this rain. His mother described golden sun and even more golden bodies on the West Coast, just like home.  He had shit to sort out and as far as he was concerned that was the place to begin.

Day 0.5

Rail tickets bought from the last few dimes in his pocket Tommy glumly sits in the main station waiting for trans continental to haul in.

"Another 70 fucking hours in cattle class, but at least i'll be heading to the sunshine state" he ponders to himself.

He notes a strangely dressed group of people sauntering through the foyer, a whole squadron of hangers on and obvious sycophants trailing behind them carrying what seem to be oversized violin cases.

"What the actual fuck is going on here then..." He stands up discarding yesterdays newspaper on the seat and joins the back of the moving crowd who seem to be in some rush.  The 12:30 Train to New York is sitting stoically on platform 5... it's there where they are headed.

"Hey buster!" He shouts over to one of the stragglers. "Who are you people?" Its obvious there is a lot of money flashing around here and he makes the immediate decision he wants a piece of it. He grabs a couple of bags from a nearby struggling goomba and helps him on the train with them.