Earlier this morning I stopped at a railroad crossing, the barrier things were coming down because a train was on the way. A guy strolled across the tracks and said to me, "Come on. Go. The train's way down there." He pointed down the tracks to an area I couldn't see because of the trees. I waived him off. I probably could've slipped through with no problem, but I don't usually take risks like that when I'm not enraged. But then again, considering how I feel, I should've just parked my car on the tracks and let the train knock me into the next county.