There is an old, wooden
bridge outside of
Jonesboro,
Arkansas that runs directly over some train tracks. Some say that people used to be hung from that bridge, upside-down, so that when the train came, it would decapitate them. With this in mind, my friends and I headed out there. We got out of the car, and settled down to smoke a
joint. We had just finished, when we heard the sound of an approaching
train. We sat on the
edge, with our feet dangling over haphazardly, as the train grew
closer. I wasn't
nervous. I knew that I was having a
life-altering experience. I wasn't worried. I stared into the blinding light, and smiled, and laughed, and felt...
joyously