If you don't want to read about gore and death and such, skip this post. I'll have a funny one tomorrow.
Article: Man struck by train in Foxboro
I'll have a funny post tomorrow hopefully, but as for now, let me tell you a little about the end my day. So, I'm on my way home from work when the train operator comes over the intercom saying that there has been a fatality on one of the rails up ahead. It didn't really come as too much of a shock as I hear about train suicides all the time. Anyway, I took this chance to work a bit on my manuscript which is severely lacking.
After approximately 45 minutes of waiting, the train operator said we were set to move on through as one of the rails was cleared. On we went at an amazing speed of 5.5 mph when I saw a man in an orange vest giving the train a "don't look" gesture as we passed by. So, being a human being and all, that is obviously going to prompt me to stare the shit out of whatever's about to come. I attentively waited as I began seeing cops appear in steady intervals. That's when the first caution sign appeared. On the track beside us, lay a red bulbous organ. I couldn't tell you what it was; all I know is I should have stopped there.
Several yards down the track, I saw the second caution. An even larger pile of organs lay on the track (more that I thought could fit in any human body). Well, that was my last chance to turn away to avoid the big finale. Several more yards down was what remained of this poor gentleman. I'm assuming the bottom half of his body must have disintegrated because all that remained of the man was from the top of his waist up. He essentially looked like an empty shell as his organs had all been thrown from his body. His head was caved in and his hole body pale as a ghost. Quite frankly, it was definitely one of the most disturbing things I've seen in my life.
Anyway, why am I telling you this? Bah, I don't know. I guess it's to further drive home the fact that life is fragile, and although I complain about several things on my blog, it's basically all in good fun. Why did I tell it in such a gruesome manner? Suspense, I assume? I don't know. But, to prove to you that I'm not sadistic, I did get a bit queasy once I saw the victim.
Woah, I've got to go tweak my car to regain some of my manliness. Although, that's hard to do with a Nissan Versa. Maybe I'll just watch some 16 and Pregnant and go to bed instead. Sorry for the dreary post.