Cuz if a train hits you, it's gonna hurt.
That's right, I got to see the aftermath of someone getting hit by a train today. Woohoo... I'll get to that later.
This weekend was a 3 day weekend for us up here in Canadia. I think it was Victoria Day on Monday or something like that. So, like a good little Canadian, I went back to Massachusetts. 2 weeks in a row, talk about mileage.
Saturday, I headed up to the the Polish Hall again to witness the devestation from this year's Spring Fling. It was actually kinda quiet there. Though I tied a pretty good one on with Chad, Ikie and Shane Mitus. Good times. I got home, was feeling pretty good, got a hold of Dave and we decided to head on down to the 5A.
This return trip to the 5A was a little different. For once, we didn't know anyone working there. It was sort of a shock. But a good one. We had quite a system going. We were telling everyone I was from Canada and visiting Springfield. It seemed to work pretty well. So well one of the entertainers there said she'd come out drinking with us after work, but her friend, who happens to be in the Hell's Angels, had to bring her home. Note to self, do not use the Canadian schtick at the 5A any more.
I was pretty plastered after all was said and done. Wisniowka, Hennessey and Sam Adams don't mix well. But like a champ, I was up and at it first thing Sunday morning.
Sunday afternoon, we headed over to the Ludlow PACC to see Jan Cyman. They sounded pretty good. Decent crowd. As usual the fuckin' Zielonkas were bitching about the noise. Someone needs to straighten them out. The problem is no one at the PACC has the balls to. The spend their $20 a week. Not a dime at the bar and all they do is bitch. Tell them if they don't like it... don't come back. Maureen and Spike also came up from New Jersey. That was entertaining let me tell you. I left the PACC feeling dirty for the obvious reasons and felt that I needed to repent. So... Dave and I went back to the 5A! Where else? I felt much cleaner.. Though Dave pinched his finger on one of the barstools there... Someone better get a hivtest. But oh well, you only live once right?
Monday was more laid back... Quicky's, Episode 3 (which I'll comment on later this week), the mall and then back home to Montreal.
That brings us to today... I usually take the 8:12 train or the 8:30 train depending on how much I rush in the morning. Today, I didn't feel like doing anything, so I went to take the 8:30 train. Well, I'm waiting at the train stop, and the train leaving downtown was coming in. I heard a little bang, nothing unusual and I see the train stop short of the station. Didn't think much of it, might have broken down or something. Well the conductor gets off is looking around, then gets back in. I noticed there was what looked like a white bag in the front of the train. Maybe that was the reason for the train stopping. I didn't know. Well my train comes and once I got on, I looked out the window and it was a paper shopping bag with a woman's purse in it. Awww. someone lost their purse I thought. Well we get going and as we get a little further you can see an ambulance and a cop and a whole bunch of people. Hmmm things seemed a little sketchy.
It seems as though, what happened is this chick was walking towards the train station, talking on her cellphone, went to cross the tracks without paying attention and BAM. That can't be fun. The interesting part is the reddish tinge to the rocks on that side of the tracks now. I'll see if I can take some pictures. If not, well, here's the article for you all to read...
http://www.canada.com/montreal/montrealgazette/news/story.html?id=52970d5a-8012-4d22-8012-1fe577d8ca75