"Brush With Death"? I'll comb my hair with it and then some...
I had of late lost all my mirth.

I went to the local train station to drink Gin, take 6 weeks of anti-depressants, listen to monged music for a bit and then intended to off myself under a train.

As I sat on the bench I was thoughtful for a bit and then became impatient. Nothing seemed to be coming. I looked down the platform. A couple addressed each other and then walked back through the ticket office, leaving me alone, sitting there. Bit weird, I thought.

After 2 hours I heard the rushing sound of a train. I jumped off the platform and dashed out. But by the time I got to the middle of the tracks the express train was whooshing by in front of me.

I walked down the track, no trains, and then finally clambered over a fence. I got served in a bar.

Next thing I remember I woke up in a police station. Drunken and Disorderly. They let me go and I called an ambulance declaring overdose. As I sat down in the mental hospital to be seen by the duty psycho my eyes met the newspaper on the table.

"Rail Strike To End"
(bodnotbod2, Fri 13 Feb 2009, 20:16, Reply)