TGandChunk
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Well, this is my first time posting here besides random bullshit, so I'll start with a story (that's the best way to start things, right? entertainment.)
This was back in... the end of September-ish I think? Me and a friend of mine were trying to hop out of Baltimore to get to Cumberland. We ended up catching just outside of the IM yard there (not the Bayview, but near it). I was so excited to finally leave Baltimore after being there for almost 2 weeks. I hated that city, although it was really fun (at times) under the bridge near the stadium hanging out with people. I just couldn't wait to leave and had some friends waiting for me in Chicago, where I had hoped to be within a week or 2. This week or 2 later turned into another month because of drunken douchebaggery (hey, that's what we're good at, yknow?)
Anyways, we get on the porch of a 53 (no wells that we could find, but we really just wanted to get the hell out of Baltimore at that point), and lay low. Two kids, a decent sized dog, 2 packs filled with a variety of booze. We try to stay as low and discreet as possible so as to not screw up this ride, and soon we are slowly rolling out of downtown Baltimore. Can't wait to open this beer and make a slam, I'm thinking to myself. I lean up on my elbows to watch as we start to pick up speed, so happy to finally be out of that city, when all of a sudden, my friend says, "Oh man... You're gonna hate me..."
I was wondering if that statement was supposed to be a joke or not, when within a few seconds, a few things happened. First of all, an important point of this story is that I used to actually be afraid of being in tunnels. Not really being in them, so much as getting stuck in them. This also relates to my fear of bridges that go over water, and large bodies of water in general (even though I'm from LA...)
I didn't know that there would be a tunnel like this in Baltimore. Sure, I could deal with short tunnels, and even the Flathead Tunnel wasn't that bad. But this one turned out to be different. Just as I'm asking him why would I hate him, I see the entrance to the tunnel and he says, "Get down!" and I lay down again. As I'm doing so, I see a train stopped on another track before the tunnel splits, all lit up and everything, and I hope to god that no one saw me as I put my head down.
We're now in complete darkness as we roll slowly through the tunnel, and I think that everything will be okay. All of a sudden, the train jerks and I state the obvious... we just shifted gears, and I think we're stopping!
Sure enough, the train stops to where we can't see the end of the tunnel, and both of us, cursing, wonder why in the hell our train would stop in the middle of this tunnel, it being a "higher priority" train.
I look to my friend and said, "We really are gonna die here, aren't we?" He just shrugged and said, "Probably." Accepting this, I reached into my backpack and pulled out a 40 and a four loko (lemon-lime... sprite.. mmm..) Having steadier hands than me, I had my friend pour the slam. We drank the entire slam, every now and then looking at each others' eyes and noticing our pupils getting bigger, our breathing getting slower, and how tired we began to feel. We both honestly worried more about my friend's dog than ourselves, trying to give him water and keep him awake.
Having finished the slam, I say, "Well, at least we got one last drink before we die." And my friend, taking the empty bottle in his hand says, "Yeah, but we should at least light up a coupla smokes and blow this place apart before we go," and throws the bottle against the wall. As he does this, I notice the fact that there's water dripping from the ceiling and starting to puddle on the ground where the tracks are. I wasn't even scared at that point, I just felt lightheaded and sleepy, so I just nodded in agreement and pet his dog to see if it was alright.
After a few more minutes of us just being drunk and sleepy from the carbon monoxide and rambling to each other and talkin shit to the train itself, we hear the familiar tick-tick-tick of airing up. After a few seconds of the ticking and wooshing sounds of the train, all sound stopped and we still hadn't moved. We both looked at each other, nodded, and started to dig for our cigarettes, when the tick-tick-tick started again. And... we finally started moving!
We got out of the tunnel and upon observation at the exit, we saw some workers just doing some track work.
Ha.
This was back in... the end of September-ish I think? Me and a friend of mine were trying to hop out of Baltimore to get to Cumberland. We ended up catching just outside of the IM yard there (not the Bayview, but near it). I was so excited to finally leave Baltimore after being there for almost 2 weeks. I hated that city, although it was really fun (at times) under the bridge near the stadium hanging out with people. I just couldn't wait to leave and had some friends waiting for me in Chicago, where I had hoped to be within a week or 2. This week or 2 later turned into another month because of drunken douchebaggery (hey, that's what we're good at, yknow?)
Anyways, we get on the porch of a 53 (no wells that we could find, but we really just wanted to get the hell out of Baltimore at that point), and lay low. Two kids, a decent sized dog, 2 packs filled with a variety of booze. We try to stay as low and discreet as possible so as to not screw up this ride, and soon we are slowly rolling out of downtown Baltimore. Can't wait to open this beer and make a slam, I'm thinking to myself. I lean up on my elbows to watch as we start to pick up speed, so happy to finally be out of that city, when all of a sudden, my friend says, "Oh man... You're gonna hate me..."
I was wondering if that statement was supposed to be a joke or not, when within a few seconds, a few things happened. First of all, an important point of this story is that I used to actually be afraid of being in tunnels. Not really being in them, so much as getting stuck in them. This also relates to my fear of bridges that go over water, and large bodies of water in general (even though I'm from LA...)
I didn't know that there would be a tunnel like this in Baltimore. Sure, I could deal with short tunnels, and even the Flathead Tunnel wasn't that bad. But this one turned out to be different. Just as I'm asking him why would I hate him, I see the entrance to the tunnel and he says, "Get down!" and I lay down again. As I'm doing so, I see a train stopped on another track before the tunnel splits, all lit up and everything, and I hope to god that no one saw me as I put my head down.
We're now in complete darkness as we roll slowly through the tunnel, and I think that everything will be okay. All of a sudden, the train jerks and I state the obvious... we just shifted gears, and I think we're stopping!
Sure enough, the train stops to where we can't see the end of the tunnel, and both of us, cursing, wonder why in the hell our train would stop in the middle of this tunnel, it being a "higher priority" train.
I look to my friend and said, "We really are gonna die here, aren't we?" He just shrugged and said, "Probably." Accepting this, I reached into my backpack and pulled out a 40 and a four loko (lemon-lime... sprite.. mmm..) Having steadier hands than me, I had my friend pour the slam. We drank the entire slam, every now and then looking at each others' eyes and noticing our pupils getting bigger, our breathing getting slower, and how tired we began to feel. We both honestly worried more about my friend's dog than ourselves, trying to give him water and keep him awake.
Having finished the slam, I say, "Well, at least we got one last drink before we die." And my friend, taking the empty bottle in his hand says, "Yeah, but we should at least light up a coupla smokes and blow this place apart before we go," and throws the bottle against the wall. As he does this, I notice the fact that there's water dripping from the ceiling and starting to puddle on the ground where the tracks are. I wasn't even scared at that point, I just felt lightheaded and sleepy, so I just nodded in agreement and pet his dog to see if it was alright.
After a few more minutes of us just being drunk and sleepy from the carbon monoxide and rambling to each other and talkin shit to the train itself, we hear the familiar tick-tick-tick of airing up. After a few seconds of the ticking and wooshing sounds of the train, all sound stopped and we still hadn't moved. We both looked at each other, nodded, and started to dig for our cigarettes, when the tick-tick-tick started again. And... we finally started moving!
We got out of the tunnel and upon observation at the exit, we saw some workers just doing some track work.
Ha.
