TO CRAZY TRAIN:
HALF TRAIN IS NOT A GOOD TRAIN. THAT SED, I THINK YOU ARE THE ENGINE. AM I THE DINING CAR? SLEEPER CAR? THE CABOOSE HAS TO BE ABLE TO SHAKE IT SOMETHING SERIOUS. WHO'S THE CONDUCTOR ON THIS TRAIN ANYHOW? RIGHT NOW, I'M IN THE SHOP. NEED SOME REPAIR WORK TO RECOVERY MY USUAL SPEED AND FEROCITY. IS THAT A WORD? I HAVE NO IDEA.
DETAILS OF MY STATUS: I FEEL AS IF MY HEAD MIGHT EXPLODE INTO HUNDREDS OF TINY PIECES AND THE DWARVES THAT ARE HAMMERING IN MY BRAIN WILL COME SCAMPERING OUT SINGING (PROBABLY SOMETHING OFF BIG BLACK'S SONGS ABOUT F*CKING) AND MAKING MERRY (FREEBASING), TAKING MY MIND WITH THEM. WHATEVER IS WRONG WITH ME I AM PRETTY SURE I NEED SOME VICODIN.
TIME TO CRAWL BACK TO BED, PULL THE COVERS OVER MY HEAD.
XX,
TRAIN WRECKEDDDDDDDDDDD
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