to the train operators who blow their horns at crossings, especially when those crossings are at the bottom of a hill in the middle of nowhere and the view of the tracks is obscured by trees and shit and you're in a hurry because the impound yard closes at 4 and you don't wanna be giving your buddy a ride all weekend long
and a quick shout out to Jesus Christ while i'm at it:toast:
and a quick shout out to Jesus Christ while i'm at it:toast: