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I am angry. Angry about trains. And I want answers.
I live in a town in rural Oregon, and I am currently typing this at 3:01 AM. Go ahead, ask me why I'm up at 3:01 AM.
>Why are you up at 3:01 AM, OP?
Well /n/, I'll tell you why. Every night, and I mean every goddamn night, your train conducting faggot friends roll through my town at precisely 2:45, and they LAY ON THE FUCKING HORN. For the life of me, I can't tell why they do this. I'm assuming it has to do with not wanting to turn the occasional drunk indian asleep on the tracks into a fine red mist, but let's face it, Geronimo picked the BNSF to be his bed for that evening, he drank too much fire water to be awoken by any decibel level anyway, and the Great Spirit picked him to repaint the front car. Run over a whole tribe of ugly natives, just don't wake me up.
You know, in a way it's nice because I know that whether you're black or white, rich or poor, male or trainsexual genderfluid pterodactyl, you're going to get woken up by the Gay Nigger Express if you live here. It brings the community together and we can all wake up and watch Dr. Phil reruns and talk about them at the water cooler at lunch when we're all tired as shit the next day. Mind you, I live nowhere near the fucking train tracks so I can only imagine how much life sucks for the people that do. If I went nuts and started murdering train engineers, I would claim temporary insanity due to sleep deprivation and get off scot-free.