I Belong In Hell
I sit on the train tracks and take a sip of my whiskey. I know I'm drunk, but I want more. I want to get TOTALLY drunk. I look at the many empty beer bottles that are next to me. I count them. There are fifteen, if I counted right. Probably not. I don't think I can count right when I'm sober, never mind when I'm drunk!
Out of nowhere, I hear a noise. A sort of screeching noise.
Then, I look to my side. I see a bright light. It's a train! I try to get up. I can't. The train hits me. My body twists, I dead, yet I'm alive. I'm finally where I belong. Hell.
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