I’m thankful for Railroads. It has nothing to do with the
fact that they ship things all across the country or helped Bruce Willis to
realize he was a repressed super hero. For starters, they are a unique road for
awesome, huge, oblong boxes that can destroy anything in their path. You’re
probably thinking I am actually thankful for trains, but that is only one
element that comprises the railroad. They also have cool ghost stories attached
to them, like the engineer who was talking on his cellphone and ran into a bus
full of children. In the same exact location, if you put your car in neutral,
their spirits will send you a text saying, “YOLO.” If you don’t move, you still
get hit by the train. One more thing (of many) is that they serve as public
transportation. I’m not talking about Amtrak, but all of the hobos and blues
musicians (and occasionally Pee-wee Herman) who use them for travel. I wasn't always fond of railroads. My grandfather’s life was drastically shortened by
them, my friend, Jake, lost his legs on them, and some friends and I once hid
from Dennis Leary and DJ Everlast when they were chasing us down after witnessing
a murder they committed. But if you take the good and you take the bad and you
take them both, then there you have why I am thankful for railroads.
This kid is now a skinny adult thanks to the railroad workout.
The other kid went to space. Cred.